Everything's wrong, nothing is right.
The life, the freedom, the money is tight.
What am I suppose to do?
I want to run. I want to cry.
I want to scream. I want to die.
Depression creeps in. What's going on?
I can't breath. Something's deadly wrong.
I lead two lives. One is dark, one is light.
No one sees the real me that lights a candle at night
and looks into the flame and what do I see?
Sometimes Satan stares back at me.
He wants my soul, so I give in.
Now it's painless to commit a sin.
My only faults are my fears
of being locked away for years.
So what can I do but sit and dread
the years to come before I'm dead.

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