if i sold everything i have
i still wouldn’t deserve you-
it may not be true
but it is true to me
and i don’t deserve you-
but i’ll prove it;
the late nights let the past creep in
when the doors are locked and bolted shut
trespassing over my private property
and it’ll run a muck, yet,
everyday putting i will put in the work
from nine to five staying late working overtime
to prove that these demons don’t define me
and i will wonder:
i have brought myself from the darkest corner of hell,
i should have stayed and held that rope tighter
but i am here, fighting, so
does she deserve me-
and i see her working just as hard;
stomping her own demons
and i know we can survive anything