As it usually happens...
In the dead of night
The dark closets of my life
Once again have me
Pinned face-first against the wall
Trying to squeeze my will
My courage
My hope
From my battered soul.
But tonight I'm fighting
Just the way I used to
The way I have, all of my life...
Fighting with every ounce of
Determination that I possess -
Fighting for my dignity
For my hope
For my happiness.
And it always
Feels so much like
Fighting for my life.
Because I am.
I come from Crazy
But it's not gonna beat me.
No, it's not going to take me -
Not tonight.
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