I have a war inside my head
And sometimes I lie in bed
And pretend to be dead

Sometimes I lay awake,
wishing the earth would quake
And then my belly aches

But I am not hungry
It’s just emotional sundry
my mind becomes so ugly.

so, hear it from me, I’m starving.
Hoping to feeling something.
On these nights my mind is startling.
Until the war is almost calming.

The blood shed keeps the vampires fed
And I’m sorry for this war inside my head
I’ve always appreciated the people who never fled
because I know they all dread this war inside my head