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Life’s been good to me

For an hour of the twenty-four

The other twenty-three have been a rollercoaster

I’ll allow them to soar

I dance like a worshiper to my own sins

To the hate,

This ain’t fate; It’s a mistake

All she ever lacked was attention

From her mind, to her true self

So the others could see her mascara run

To know this wasn’t the place where she should be

There’s no one else

In your room at night

Pondering why you’ll never be good enough

Except yourself

You are your own demon

and a lover and angel