Dancing
dancing with my devil's past,
i start thinking about the bad
things i don't want to remember
its been another long day
words racing around in my head
makes it impossible to sleep
so i get up and walk around
i think I've finally reached my limit
all walls have fallen before me
glass from the mirror lays broken
and my hands bleed from the cuts
the phone rings
and its more bad news to add to the stress
my eyes swell and i begin to cry
here comes the thought
"just die"
around in circles i dance
the sounds from my radio plays in the background
but i have too much to think about
to actually hear it
i'll dance it off
my aggression will soon disappear
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