It's hard to tell, but beneath my smile,
I struggle with each long stupid mile.
Each step I take is a mental battle.
It's hard to tell, I sit proud in my saddle.

I don't have the scars on my body,
No wars you can physically see.
It's all in my heart, my mind and my eyes.
I say I'm fine, I am the victim of my lies.

I cry at night, alone with my demon.
It tears me apart, I have nowhere to run.
In the morning I'm brave, as I crawl out of bed.
Because the demons are there, they stay in my head.