I get in the impala
To go on a hunt
No, not for deer, moose, or duck
I hunt for things you haven't seen
These things are monsters, dark, and mean.

Traveling with an angel
Arsenal in the back
Im hunting for demons
Their eyes a glossy black

Running and hiding that is most
I grab my salt and hunt the ghost
You say you are not afraid of the dark
But I actually know what's out there
But don't you worry cuz I hit my mark

They are all real ghost and Demons
So are witches, shifters, and vamps.
Don't you worry about them dragons
Sometimes alone sometimes in camps

We are the Winchester brothers
Hunters, Men of Letters
We don't care what you call us
Because we are earth protectors.

I cut my wrist to watch it bleed
I'm still hurt, you up and left me.
You were all I wanted still all I need
So late at night when i cant sleep
I stay awake living a constant nightmare
Because its dark and cold when your not there
I just miss you
I just wanna kiss you
Not because I want to
But because I need you.

I get in the impala
To go on a hunt
No, not for deer, moose, or duck
I hunt for things you haven't seen
These things are monsters, dark, and mean.

Traveling with an angel
Arsenal in the back
I'm hunting for demons
Their eyes a glossy black

I'm hurting inside,
But you can't see.
All my friends
think it's just me.

It's just me,
family hates me,
life is hard.
People say it will get easy,
that I doubt.

Life is hard.
Why do I go on?
Encouragement,
hope maybe.

That I don't know.
Maybe I'm cared for,
But maybe I'm not,
So I just hope.

Since I'm still here,
Then I won’t leave,
But only because
you were there for me.
Thank you.