When every inhale brings pins down my throat
And every exhale leaves needles in my gut
I have to ask myself
How is this worth it?

When the unseen hand takes a shard of flint
And strikes it against my sandpaper heart
I have to ask myself
How is this worth it?

When the inside of my soul is stretched and scratched
And my smile starts cracking with the weight of lies
I have to ask myself
How is this worth it?

When I gave you the key to my mind's palace
And you let it clatter to the ground from your hand
I have to ask myself
How is this worth it?

When every metallic clang from the key
Urges another demon to add another lock
I have to ask myself
How is this worth it?

When the demon I live with is face to face with me
And the smile of satisfaction stretches his face
I am not convinced
That this is worth it.