What am I?
I am thunder, through the halls
I am lightning bouncing off the walls
I was satanic and tried to make it all right
Now I stay up with my iPod at night
I listen to Dr. Dre, does that make me deep
No, it makes me me even more of a creep
Someone who cannot decide
Just with who the hell they ride
Am I painted or am I clean?
Am I kind or am I mean?
Do I really care what you all think?
Yes, it eats away at me at night
In every dream my boat will sink
Is it a crime for me to fight?
When did I get this way?
With who will I cry?
When will I reach clarity?
And when will I die?
When is the apocalypse?
When do I get to kiss your pretty lips?
All these questions left unanswered I am left to ponder
Until I grow tired and let my mind wander
Just who am I?
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