There are demons dancing behind your eyes
Making you feel life deprived
You try to hold on for dear life
Don’t worry soon you won’t be able to remember the ride
You numb yourself to sleep
Knowing its the only way
Anxiety, fear, and depression waiting for your wake
You rise and quickly numb the pain hoping your problems will go away
You go and visit the man, you quickly put the money in his hand
He grins and hands you the solution, a plan
Only temporarily will is satisfy those screaming demons deep inside
Don’t you worry
Don’t you weep
You will be back within a week
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