Dance with the Demons

My own demons, that no one can see

They think I’m crazy, so they scream at me

From all these struggles, my body has swollen

The childhood I linger for, my demons has stolen

So I run this path, with blood and tears

I slowly die with each passing year

I take the punches, waiting to feel fine

As I reach the end, the end of the line

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