You keep fighting your imaginary demons,
Well I'll be here fighting my very much so real ones,
They stalk me in the night time,
They cling to me in day time,
They're my shadow when I don't have one on the ground,
And they are the thoughts that I have to keep shooting down,
Or else I might just wind up on the side of the road,
Bullet in my skull, feet covered in roses,
Because if I'm going out, I'm going out in style,
And with nothing less than a smile,

Because I was here, and I was tainted,
And I was naive once, before she was created,
So here I am ***** and used,
Waiting for someone to look at me like I'm new,

I once believe everything that came out of everyones mouth daily,
But I haven't been like that since the snap of a cameras lens,
Since the sound of my childhood crashing and burning,
On the ground, ashes scattered, each one a lesson I was learning,
A hard fought battle I had won, and now I'm damaged goods,
No good to anyone, except to be tossed aside and abused,
Because you're a con artist,
And let's not forget a *******,
A demoness who prays on children with her golden hair,
Made out of lies that have been prepared,

I was here, and I was tainted,
And I was naive once, before she was created,
So here I am ***** and used,
Waiting for someone to look at me like I'm new,

I'm here, I'm tainted,
I'm still naive, even after all that she created,
I'm here ***** and used,
Just tell me, just look at me like I'm new.