The demons have entered my life
At every turn there's a new horror
Deformed faces and broken limbs
At night you can only see so far in front of you
What if I die? - at this point it wouldn't matter.
Still hoping they don't put me in a mental home
Why do I let the demons play with me? Because they are
The only ones giving me attention. What can I say - I'm that lonely.
So even if I have no indisputable-evidence it gives my life hope.
They say sometimes the lies you tell yourself are the only reason you wake up in the morning. Yep.
