My soul is split in two
between what I desire
and what I should do.
There's two demons on my shoulders
yelling in my ears,
playing tricks on my mind,
covering over my eyes,
and so I follow my heart.
It is the only thing I have,
not tainted.
And it may not always be right,
but I am never truly wrong.
I'm so tired
of fighting these demons.
I'm so tired
from fighting these demons.
O',
I'm so tired.
O', me.
Rest now,
O', my.
Heavy heart.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
My soul is split in two
between what I desire
and what I should do.
There's two demons on my shoulders
yelling in my ears,
playing tricks on my mind,
covering over my eyes,
and so I follow my heart.
It is the only thing I have,
not tainted.
And it may not always be right,
but I am never truly wrong.
I'm so tired
of fighting these demons.
I'm so tired
from fighting these demons.
O',
I'm so tired.
O', me.
Rest now,
O', my.
Heavy heart.
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