My Demons

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Alone with the demons that eat me inside,
Alone with the doubts that make up my mind.
And one more stretched out second I cannot abide,
Until I cry into my pillow with you on my mind.

It's not meant to hurt and stab me daily,
I wish my thoughts would walk another path.
It's not meant to be agony to remember you so sweetly,
I wish my heart didn't hate me so much.

I think of all the beautiful moments,
Of everything that's worth fighting for,
But these bittersweet memories simply break me more.

It's meant to be wonderful, beautiful, mesmerizing
And it was for a while, until the sea came in so wildly.

My demons they ask me:
Does he still care and is simply quiet
Or has he forgotten the spark with which it all started?

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