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Good and evil through my eyes see.
which on has a hold on me?
Conflicting thoughts, whispers of doubt
both are fighting to get out
The angel setting on my right,
tells me to stand up and fight.
whats on my left is much more grim
it reminds me of my darkest sins.
This darkness clouds my bright lit eyes
telling me dont even try
Their battles driving me insane
as they claw inside my brain
No way to know which one will win
unless I put them to an end
They beg and plead not to go
But this time i'm in controll
I put the barrel to my head
Pull the trigger- boom they're dead
I stand above myself as blood flows out
Neither one will own me now
Nothing more through my eyes see
Now deaths cold hands are holding me