Tip toe past my bed
Don’t wake the demons in my head
They only wish me a painful death
Don’t worry
I’ll pretend that they don't exist
They tell me to end it but I refuse to listen
These demons don’t leave until you're submissive
Been tying slip knots in my imagination
Creating a fantasy from my own frustration
Come a bit closer and I'll tell you a secret
These voices speak truths which shouldn't be spoken
I will wait for the day when I can see clearly
Maybe I’ll wait for eternity
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Tip toe past my bed
Don’t wake the demons in my head
They only wish me a painful death
Don’t worry
I’ll pretend that they don't exist
They tell me to end it but I refuse to listen
These demons don’t leave until you're submissive
Been tying slip knots in my imagination
Creating a fantasy from my own frustration
Come a bit closer and I'll tell you a secret
These voices speak truths which shouldn't be spoken
I will wait for the day when I can see clearly
Maybe I’ll wait for eternity
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