I wish there was more I could say to make you understand
The demons are inside of us, walking hand in hand
And when the nights come, when I cry myself to sleep
I tell myself it's your demons, that make you say those things
But the truth that I'm to afraid to find,
The truth that hides within your mind
Is it from your demons you wish to be free
Or are you tired of something else, something more like me?
Our demons don't play well together, at least not anymore
So perhaps we should say goodbye and open up new doors
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
I wish there was more I could say to make you understand
The demons are inside of us, walking hand in hand
And when the nights come, when I cry myself to sleep
I tell myself it's your demons, that make you say those things
But the truth that I'm to afraid to find,
The truth that hides within your mind
Is it from your demons you wish to be free
Or are you tired of something else, something more like me?
Our demons don't play well together, at least not anymore
So perhaps we should say goodbye and open up new doors
