In the corners of my mind in the center of my soul
The one who smiles when you falter
Who rejoice when you don’t succeed at all
when the wheel of karma hits you hard
my purpose is achieved, i am a happy child
when the wheel of karma hits you hard
my purpose is achieved, i am a happy child
I take pride when you apologies
The beast inside feels satisfied
I don’t claim to be a saint nor do I approve of flattery
I am no heart of gold;
an age old mockery
A face of fear is a treat to the eye
Feels so in human but helps u survive
I have done the deeds, things I ll never talk about
Yet I am someone who is better in the lot
Trust is the word that’s played the most
We cheat we deviate we often cross the line
Surrounded with unending conspiracies
I find my demons divine
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