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I waste my time racing in circles, pacing straight lines. Searching to find some sense of stillness within my mind. Oh, thereâs that sound, amplified echoes of every doubt. Oh, thereâs that voice that criticizes my every choice, yet itâs mine. Thereâs been a battle between my ears for years My foe knows my weaknesses, exploits all of my worst fears It seems like heâs always two steps ahead, though I guess Itâs because we two share one head. It gives him the advantage, gives him the upper hand. I know whatâs waiting up those stairs, stalking in shadows, Iâm well aware Itâs there in the silence of empty rooms, itâs a voice ever speaking of gloom and of doom and itâs mine. And my enemy leaves me with no place to hide. I find heâs always lying in wait in all of the dark corners on my mind I know whatâs waiting up those stairs, stalking in shadows, Iâm well aware Itâs there in the silence of empty rooms, itâs a voice ever speaking of gloom and of doom And itâs mine and it never lets me rest, ravaging in its relentlessness Itâs hard to admit, harder to accept, that itâs me vs. me âtil I die, then Iâm dead, then Iâm done. Iâm done fighting. I will let you down.