We all have those skeletons in our closet,
in my baggage, folded tight.
We lose ourselves trying to be something that we are not, am I right?
Sometimes we grasp at things that bring us down.
True in the hearts, they have never found.
We go on even when we lose everything.
We fight those demons, in the song that we sing.
If we show a sign of weakness, that is when we would fall.
Take nothing or take it all.
In our nightmares, we are brought t our grace.
Another fallen angel, with a beautiful face.
If we let ourselves fall with everything be said.
In a dark hole, we would be dead.
They would collect our soul, and off with the head.
Another love that went wrong.
Another feeling, together be strong.
Another world where we would belong.
Another love that went wrong.
©terrylin53
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