Chasing Demons

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I can't chase my demons, they've tied me too far down.
 
God would not forgive me, I don't deserve his crown.
 
What if I walked into the ocean? If I mysteriously drowned.
 
Police would look halfhearted, but life would keep up in this town.
 
See, I'm not important. Not even I want me around.
 
In life I serve no purpose. I'm better in the ground.
 
I hold to regret like a moth to a flame, and I am hell bound.
 
I cut my heart on broken glass as a shot of hate is downed.
 
I tried to impress my reflection, but he shook his head and frowned.
 
I hope you understand now and I know how it sounds.
 
But these are my opinions and they control me now.

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