I hold my hands up to my face
Yet the demons following me in this ordinary place
I cry tears upon tears 
As I know I am unable to face my fears
I rub my eyes 
as my make up smears
In front of me 
my demons appear

My voice cracks 
as I try to speak,
They know my weakness,
Weakness of being unable to speak
I take two steps 
pushing My demons out-of-the-way
My thoughts of doubt are downplayed
So Away my demons stay 

Upon me are the golden doors
Where all you ever wanted is yours
In ignorance I have fallen for it again
The dreams ends right then.