Running from the Devil

I’m not giving up

I just can’t take what’s in my cup

 

It’s simple see

I don’t know how to deal with this anxiety

 

Fresh out, yeah I’m fresh out

Of emotional restraint from this

Fear of my well being

 

Well it’s not okay

To be running in fear all damn day

 

I’m still here

Pushing and screaming through the tears

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