No one fights my demons
cuz angels don't exist
A scream without an echo
is an arm without a fist
Must we lose the ones we love
to see inside our hearts?
Aren't we all just souls with tear-away faces
hiding pain that smarts?
Can't speak through tear-clogged throats
or fight the clotting of blood in our veins
Stand with knees that buckle
in front of a world that must tear us apart