Constantly attending Numbed parties because mistakes, tears, and guilt, aren't easy things to rest with.
Demons
Mysteries of life, like the desire to be Prince Charming, like that princess that wants to be his perfect woman.
What we desire to be can never be realized, Perfection can never be paralleled, How do you not hurt yourself or them but still be human?
Demons with me
We all Lock skeletons away, is to hide our past & our mistakes deceit? Haunted by the past, when I do right I hear them laughing.
I am now what you deserve. The chamber to my past never open or you'll bare witness to pain, selfishness, & highs that are never lasting. A ball room drenched in regret & we farce carelessly laughing.