I’ve had more fun
Hanging with the outcasts
Then trading status tats
With the crooked upper-class
Some of my best days
Came from breaking rules
I’ve even skipped stones
Into my own drowning pool
But still I have no regret
And won’t dig a sea with laments
My life’s free in the cards
And I don't want to ascend
Building up glass plans
Because I don't want to be superman
I’ve seen monsters
Pretending to be angels
Held their kindness
With vanities mirrors
I’ll swap cool cologne
For a plot of shaded earth
Because I feel cleaner
When rolling in the clay and Dirt
Start an inferno
With my nakedness bear
Hanging out dirty facts
With all their warts glared
I admit I’m no charming
I just don’t want to be a superman
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