My Dark Passenger

I always feel him there.
I call him my dark passenger,
But I don't think anyone will care.

Sometimes he'll speak to me.
He'll give me advice,
Listen to my words,
But won't let me be free.

I feel his breath down my neck.
He's waiting,
He's calling,
He'll turn my life into a wreck.

I wish he wasn't so deep inside.
There's no way of escaping,
And there's no way of getting him out.
Believe me, I've tried.

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