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And you are left with demons who taunt you,
Who beat down the angels inside you,
All the goodness you have strived for,
The goodness meant to ward off your evils,
The battle of reality and fictitious dreaming,
Never knowing who is who,
You deserve to be happy. And then it is never real
She tells you she loves you. And then stabs you with a thousand lies
Just as before, it is forever as once before
Who will you go on walk with tonight?
The hopes of your angels; the consistency of your demons
nights like these never seem to be a hard choice,
While one is persistent, they never have won a battle
And the other holds your truth!