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There's a demon living in her head,
But she answer to her name,
She tells her stories late at night,
That are messing with her brain,
When she stand in front if a mirror,
Her reflection laughs at what she wears,
The freckles on her face,
And the way she ties her hair,
Do the people on the train,
Fight these demons to?
The kind that make you doubt yourself,
And tell you what to do,
Maybe that's why they never talk,
Because there screaming in there own heads,
Why would she hate someone else,
When she could hate herself instead?