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Note: I remember feeling a huge weight lift itself off my chest when I finished writing this.
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save the angel in me
and kill the demon in my head
im tempted by the whisper
im tempted by the dread
and now we share our daily bread
the angel who's a sinner
the demon who's a saint
if you could, please clip my wings
the anger that it brings
stir me up, and drink me down
ill wear your favorite gown
i am none, but everything
again, its all the same
your perfect face is filled with light
yet your heart is filled with strife
connect the broken parts in mine
ill treat you kind
just to you, ill tell
im the one who fell
i could never sell
the pain inside, free
i dont know who to be
and so, the light is almost gone
i can't believe i gave in so easy
please bring me back because i cant forgive me
no rest in peace
hell is the new home
for the sins ive grown
i reach for the light i'll never see.
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