Sometimes
it comes back
The
haunting images of the past
It
will start to give the nightmares
The
night will never be the same
If
you do bad things
Hiding
it well within your walls
You
think nobody will know
The
bad infested mind
When
the fire is burning
No
bad wants to go in
It
is when the fire is in amber
Slowly
the bad will creep in
The
sleepless nights cry
It
makes you imagine all kinds
The
shadows in the darkness
The
mind will play tricks
Sometimes
it comes back
The
haunting images of the past
The
sleepless nights cry
You
want to come out and fly
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