Our demons are with us,
Everywhere we go.
Even if we believe they're gone,
We're followed by our ghosts.
Our demons never leave us,
No matter how hard we try.
So whatever should you aim for
Will miss one place shy.
Our demons are always with us,
No matter where we hide.
For me, one demon is in my heart;
This demon's name is Pride.
Our demons feed off us,
Like a parasite.
The only way rid your heart black,
Is to paint it white.
One day your journey ends,
You'll be to tired to fight.
Only then your demons leave you,
And you walk into the light.
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