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No More Demons
So here I go
once again
I dream
of the then
the steam
does mist up well
I clean
to the clarity
of a bell
I can see
where I fell .
So obviously
the past
will always live in me
ghosts repeat their imagery
just hosts
to what we now can see
they boast no power over me
I am alive
and its me who can see .
emotionally
commotionally
I know that I feel it
biting at me
I'm an orange can you peel it
I live this life for real yeah
death by knife
every breath grows tight
the sun glows less
and loses light
but I'll never confess
to giving up my fight
and you must address
the ones you know are right
with respect for the wisdom
in each day to our night .
once again
I dream
of the then
the steam
does mist up well
I clean
to the clarity
of a bell
I can see
where I fell .
So obviously
the past
will always live in me
ghosts repeat their imagery
just hosts
to what we now can see
they boast no power over me
I am alive
and its me who can see .
emotionally
commotionally
I know that I feel it
biting at me
I'm an orange can you peel it
I live this life for real yeah
death by knife
every breath grows tight
the sun glows less
and loses light
but I'll never confess
to giving up my fight
and you must address
the ones you know are right
with respect for the wisdom
in each day to our night .
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