We all have demons,
Some more than others.
We hold them back,
In fear of what they might do.

They live inside,
Scrapping at the organs.
They build a nest of despair.

They scrape together broken dreams and heartbreak,
To feed to their young,
So they will grow up to be strong.
And with this strength they will rip your life apart

But I won't let this happen to me.
**Will you?