Starting Line
Demons in my life... Afraid...
Are there demons in my heart.
God's love in my eyes... Afraid...
Tis too late, blown apart.
Running the race backwards
I can't catch my breath.
To reach the starting line
will begin my death.
I see my supporters
smiles on their face.
No idea...
I've already started the race.
It's too late,
deals of past that were made.
Forsaken in present,
deals... now... time to be paid.
Starting line,
All I dreamt to be.
Starting line...
No saving grace, the end of me.
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