Demons
All your problems left unsolved
just like the dead unburied
even though you knew it wrong
you dint bother to worrie
I know you act so immature
to hide the fact your insecure
the demons are still out to get you
denial can not protect you
The drugs are tightening around your throat
you cant pretend they numb the soars
ill be hear to help you cope
because all we've really got is hope
Copyright © Hayley Smith | Year Posted 2006
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