Demons
I ask him what to do so I can be fixed
My mind goes blank since my thoughts don't mix
I soak in the lyrics and stare at the ceiling
Pleading to him why it happens to me
You ask me what I'm thinking about
Everything, I want to say but I don't know how
My parents ask if I am depressed
I quickly deny so they don't get stressed
I've got everything I need
So why do I feel the need to plead
What's my purpose anymore
Has it been washed away from the shore
I put iin my head phones to escape
Hoping I'll just be pulled by the waves
Jealousy, trapped, needy and alone
Everything that runs through my bones
I wasn't always like this
Was it something I just happened to miss
I have so many fears that often control me
Music and you make me feel free
My feelings don't come spilling out
Nothing stated because of my doubt
No one knows what I think or how I feel
Maybe that's best so my issues don't seem so real
My insecurity
kills my ambition
I just need someone to listen
But maybe it's best if I stay by myself
Cause I don't want to put my problems on anyone else
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