Everyday your enemys change
But there is one I'll take to my grave
My own worst enemy is myself
The only I can never understand
The battles are waged inside my head
Always leaving apart of me dead
I'm fighting a war I'll never win
So how does it work out
If I always lose
Falling apart piece by piece
This war is done I'll just be the beast
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