Identity Crisis
Jealousy turns to rage that we bottle up inside
Where the demons are at work punishing you for all of your lies
I can say I told you so or that I knew that this was coming
And I even tried to convince myself intuition wasn't cunning
I'm just as foolish going along with it as they say sh I t comes in pairs
So why elect to circumvent a task then blame me why should I care?
I've been through way too much to fall for this it's not a game just a season
You drive me crazy go away you imp, you humonculus, just go away you demons!
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