There's a demon living in my head
But she answers to my name
She tells me stories late at night
That are messing with my brain
When I stand before a mirror
She laughs at what I wear
The freckles sprinkled on my face
And the way I tie my hair
Do the people sitting on the train
Fight these demons too?
The kind that make you doubt yourself
And tell you what to do
Maybe that's why they never talk
Because they're screaming in their head
Why would you hate someone else
When you can hate yourself instead?
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