My soul is split in two
between what I desire
and what I should do.
There's two demons on my shoulders
yelling in my ears,
playing tricks on my mind,
covering over my eyes,
and so I follow my heart.
It is the only thing I have,
not tainted.
And it may not always be right,
but I am never truly wrong.
I'm so tired
of fighting these demons.
I'm so tired
from fighting these demons.
O',
I'm so tired.
O', me.
Rest now,
O', my.
Heavy heart.