We are all apart of this beautiful nightmare
The stares never would fight fare
I use to dream under those abandoned stairs
Wrapped up in a blanket from somewhere
I guess I truly never cared
As long as the drugs were around to share.
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
I’m shuffling in the corner
The only light I share is from
My lighter
I wish I could just dream
But my eyes are stuck wide open
Can you hear the demon
It’s laughter
Or is this my own personal nightmare
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
I find solace I’ll be saved
Before I dig myself my own grave
I pray to God he will share his grace
And get me out of this miserable place
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC
We are all apart of this beautiful nightmare
The stares never would fight fare
I use to dream under those abandoned stairs
Wrapped up in a blanket from somewhere
I guess I truly never cared
As long as the drugs were around to share.
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
I’m shuffling in the corner
The only light I share is from
My lighter
I wish I could just dream
But my eyes are stuck wide open
Can you hear the demon
It’s laughter
Or is this my own personal nightmare
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
I find solace I’ll be saved
Before I dig myself my own grave
I pray to God he will share his grace
And get me out of this miserable place
Do you see me fighting
My demons are winning
I’m unaware I’m hurting
I’m curating my own death
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