
The moon has fallen, the heart has broken
I’m here, fighting against my own demon
The fight of good and bad,
Happy and sad
Love and hate,
But I think it’s too late….
Looks like the demons win,
They’re laughing loud on my sins

From you, not from others
Thousands rivers won’t be enough to wash me
From my sins, and from all the demons in me
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