Angels and Deamons

I dream of Angels, but I live with Deamons,
And it's driving me insane.
The Angels make me want to live,
But the Deamons cause me pain.

The Deamons in my head don't stop;
They argue every day.
But the Angels in my heart remind me
Of reasons I should stay.

You can't face a reality
You've never known before.
The Angels are losing now.
The Deamons will win this war.

What will happen when the Deamons
Come to own my mind?
I wish my mom would help me out.
How could she be so blind?

The Deamons are ruining my life.
Why can't they go away?
Now, the Angels only give
Two reasons for me to stay.

People point at me and laugh;
Make jokes about my insanity.
But they don't understand, they never will.
They don't know the real me.

They're not my friends, they never were.
They're like the Deamons in my head.
Sometimes I even talk to the Angels,
Before I go to bed.

I look for reasons for me to live,
And only find a few.
The Angels and the Deamons both,
Try to tell me what to do.

Their demands are not the same,
And never will they be.
I want the Deamons to leave me alone.
They will not own me.

I want to get out, start over new,
Where nobody knows me.
I want to go far away from here,
Where I can finally be free.

2006