Introduction to an artist
There's a fire burning deep beneath my chest
hot enough to make any demon break out in a cold sweat
look at my pain and my pride
embers dancing every time I take a breath
pain in my eyes
I'm sleeping with lies
what lies beyond insanity if I take another step
I used to pray so I wouldn't go to hell
my demons are way to personal now
furiously writing
addicted to hiding
my addictions are starting to look like my sins
Im keeping score on the edge of my skin
where imperfection begins and my ego blends
can a false start even have an end
rember when I was ten and I was so awkward
and those kids carved nobody on his red locker
Sitting in church wishing I had a dollar
I'd give anything but my soul was all I could offer
i didn't realize a house could be so empty without a father
keep running
don't stop
so I ran even farther
my breathing got harder
those kids whose clothes were a little brighter without stretched out collars
Decided I wasn't fit to be left alone
everyday they'd hit harder
now I'm swinging back with full force until I collapes
I'm too wound up and I'm ready to snap
but I won't break
not today
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