There's a demon living in my head, She answers to my name, She tells me stories late at night, That are messing with my brain, When u 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 walking in the halls, Fight these demons too? The kind that make you doubt yourself, cut yourself, Tell you what to do Maybe that's why they never talk, Because they're screaming in heir head, Why would you hate someone else? When you can hate yourself, instead Warning Mentions of death, suicide, drugs, abuse, rape and so much