A glimmer of lives similar
Like a head wound, always on my mind
Gushing, taking my life, pulse after pulse
Women will do this to us, even the ones we don't know
Make us act bad, make us write bad, make us feel bad
They remind us what all is wrong with us, silent, judging
And just when you think the wound is healing, boom, another one to the head
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