they say we create our own demons

things we fear, things we possess

ego, pride, envy, hopelessness

but the demon that corrupts me most

the one that constantly haunts me

every second

of every day

causing sleepless nights

is the love that i have for you

you chose him again

of course you would

you told me i was the better choice

but you didn't pick me did you

you picked him

him

who has had everything given to him on a silver platter

with as many companians as the blades of grass on a hill

instead of me

the person who supported you with everything that you have went through

i don't have much money

i don't have many friends

but i thought im wealthy enough

if i had you holding my hand

rap tap tap

you hear the trees rustling against the window

rap tap tap

you hear the water dripping in your sink

rap tap tap

you hear the ticking of the clock

rap tap tap

footsteps on the floor

rap tap tap

hes standing by your door