Aug 2013
These demons dance over my shoulders,
They torture me.
When they’re performing,
Don’t ask me what’s wrong,
Don’t ask me if I’m okay,
Don’t steal them from their dance floor,
Don’t interrupt their dance.
They torture me.
When they’re performing,
Don’t ask me what’s wrong,
Don’t ask me if I’m okay,
Don’t steal them from their dance floor,
Don’t interrupt their dance.
I have a dark side too.
