She used to not believe in demons,
She thought they weren't there
But little did she know
That there were demons in her hair.
Whispering in her ear at night,
Planting little doubts.
Oh, if only she'd known back then,
She might have drove them out.
They've been there for years now,
She sees them everywhere;
She sees them at the window,
Sliding down the bannister,
She sees them on the stair.
They live in her room now,
Their home is in her head
And now they are so comfortable
That they sleep in her bed.
No one really warned her,
She never really knew
The demons, they won't let her be
Hell, some live in her shoe.
But no one knows to help her,
For a smile's on her face.
No one knows about the demons,
Though they fill her every space.
She knows no one notices,
But she won't ask for help;
For that would be to accept defeat
So she suffers her demons in silence,
And feels put on the shelf.
She listens to the demons,
The poisoned words they say.
She listens to the demons and wishes they'd go away.
She listens to the demons,
She cuts into her skin.
She watches blood run down her arm, and wonders
When did it come to this?
