my demons
Yes I have come so far but there’s much more to travel.
My soul has been beaten and drug through the gravel.
The past and its pain have beaten a path in my head,
While ½ of the past that caused this is buried and dead.
I’ve been beaten, tormented, criticized and broken,
I’d like to escape and leave the gun smokin’.
My soul has been beaten and drug through the gravel.
The past and its pain have beaten a path in my head,
While ½ of the past that caused this is buried and dead.
I’ve been beaten, tormented, criticized and broken,
I’d like to escape and leave the gun smokin’.
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