Everyday is a struggle between me myself and I,
everyday is like a battlefield a war zone within my mind.
Everyday i feel myself die a little more inside,
im confused about why my inner light can never shine.
Convert back to the dark,with a heart that's full of gold,
begging reaching for the light with a deteriorating soul.
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