Dark demons in my dreams,
turn my laughter into screams.
What was good now is bad,
damn these demons get me mad.
I wish there was a way to fight,
but these demons come back every night.

I told you I liked you. I heard you liked me too. Now I am wondering if I am ever gunna be with you.

Digging my grave getting ready to die,
my wings are going to spread and I am going to fly.