The stranger

Theres a stranger in me

Theres a stranger that I can’t see 

Theres a stranger that won’t leave. Me. Be

 

Why won’t he leave. Me. Be 

 

Hes leading me astray 

Hes leading me to a darker place 

Hes letting me decay, a-way

 

Why am I de-cay-a-ing

 

Im running down 

through this empty town

Why do I keep, fall-ing, down

 

Into, this, hole

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This poem is about: 
Me

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