You can't see the demons Till the demons come calling for you You're deaf to them screaming Till they're standing right behind you Blind to flames glowing Till thy're growing all around you Numb to fangs gripping Until they're ripping into you
I'd just like to comment on how much I enjoy summer. There is no stress, and I can pretty much do whatever I want. Oh - and I get to see my friends a whole lot more than I do during the school year
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