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I’ve tried for years to put this to the back of my mind
But there’s no way of telling what I might find
You say you can’t see any scars on me
But when I look in the mirror that’s not what I see

Just a weak excuse
A withered old man
A desperate desire to have my own plans
I never wanna let my demons get the best of me
But I cant see myself living past thirty three

Will I ever face my demons?
Will they haunt me till the day I die?
I’ll push them further to the back of my mind

Ill never let this beat me
Your words will not put me down
As the waves crash around me
I wont be left here to drown

You can’t put the fire out
Extinguish any hope
Im here to prove that I can cope

Just a weak excuse
A withered old man
A desperate desire to have my own plans
I never wanna let my demons get the best of me
But I cant see myself living past thirty three

Will I ever face my demons?
Will they haunt me till the day I die?
Ill push them further to the back of my mind
Keep pushing further to the back of my mind
And now
Underneath the glow of the subtle moonlight
I treasure little that I have to hold
My dearest thoughts and memories are small when thrown out in the cold
All I wanted was an honest life
And to work for what I have
Mistakes I’ve made will stay with me till the day I die