running through the night with the devil dancing on my shoulder whispering false thoughts in my head,kissing the lips of desire because Pain is my addiction

looking into a empty mirror because I lost myself trying to make a "new me " now I hate the "new me", everyone looking at me like they never knew me

going up going down going all around anything but reality i cannot face,im in the fast lane at a steady pace my demon's got a blurry face

, in memory lane moments is what I chase hearts and promises is what breaks,your nightmares are something I have spacing out,all I've ever only known is rock bottom and hard routes

momma raised me right I did wrong all on my own a product of my environment graduated top of my class in the school of hard knocks standing in my house of pain without any lock cursed till I'm laying in a pine box
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