An Angel and Demon are raging war inside of me
I split into two.
My hurt soul and my forgiving heart.
The soul doesn't want to move. It has gone through enough.
The heart knows it time, no point of sitting down and doing nothing.
The soul remembers it like it was yesterday.
The heart knew it would blow up, he knew it would never be.
The soul wants everything to just blow over. Not to have change
The heart wants to forge ahead, the point of falling is getting back up.