The chaos can come and stay for days,
Leaving you searching for yourself like a rat in a maze.
But don't pass the torch that burns the bridge,
That hate will leave you standing alone out on the ridge.
Every day someone will go out of their way.
Kick you around, see if your down for their game to play.
But the spirit is mighty and you control your own destiny.
Tell the soul, those demons don't have to get the best of me.
At a glimpse it may seem like you never had a chance,
But hang on long enough and you'll see yourself doing your happy dance.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
The chaos can come and stay for days,
Leaving you searching for yourself like a rat in a maze.
But don't pass the torch that burns the bridge,
That hate will leave you standing alone out on the ridge.
Every day someone will go out of their way.
Kick you around, see if your down for their game to play.
But the spirit is mighty and you control your own destiny.
Tell the soul, those demons don't have to get the best of me.
At a glimpse it may seem like you never had a chance,
But hang on long enough and you'll see yourself doing your happy dance.
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