We bleed just to know we’re a live, We get hurt for the ones we love. With our heads in our dreams, Will never know what’s real. Tired of the words that hang above our heads, Which all just create scars in our heads. (i.d)
When I was little, I was afraid to be alone. I thought the demons Would come to get me. But now I'm older. I know the truth. There are no demons Except loneliness.
Taking over one breath at a time I’m losing control, I’m losing myself. I look in the mirror but everything still looks the same Maybe it’s not the demons, it’s just the real me! (i.d)