self-absorbed
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How far down does my deepness go?
Does it only extend to the end of my clothes?
Is it the shoes that I wear?
Or the car that I drive?
Do I appreciate the gift of simply being alive?
Cursin' like a sailorIt's okay, right, avail herCommanding the ship so stronglyyou thought you finally had it off mebullets keep bouncing off me like a trampoline, except this one isn't so fun, you see?
