Seems like every clay hits me the same;
I' m caught in the wire;
Seems like my demons are here to stay with me;
And I can' t explain why.
I' m sick of this, willful ignorance;
When I know that there' s a better way;
I' m torn apart, by my own ,
All I can do, is pray and wait tor the morning.
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