Soon this morning I tend to relize,
That I'm running out of places to bury people,
Running about from some problems,
I tend to want to Cut all the demons out of my life,
With a knife this attack is easy for every cut,
Makes me less of the demon I have become,
before I met you I thought it was the truth,
It took friends and love ones to help me relize,
That my shadow of my past was not me,
I dug up all the graves and put my self in one,
To be in the other persons shoes,
I miss unstood so much about them,
They did so the same to me.
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