The pain I feelIs something you don't seeThese things haunt my soulThey have let me become who I am todayThe things I see in my dreamsSoon become realityAnd they are all set freeLike demons coming out of a boxThat haunt everyone I knowThe demons get releasedEvery time I close my eyesWhen I see the demons coming to take away my soulI feel the need to run and hideTo try and save myselfBut they tend to find meWherever they may beSoon enough they'll find meAnd then they'll take my soulThese demons that I fightSeem to always winNo matter what I doI'll always lose controlThere's no hope for meSo before these little demons come to take my soulI'll slit my wrist and my throatSo then those demons can't take my soul.
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