Hours turn into days,
days turn into weeks.
I can't get out of my head,
I get no sleep.
Scared to look under my bed,
because that's where my demons lay their heads.
So I hide under the sheets,
while the demons sleep beneath.
Hours turn into days,
days turn into weeks.
I can't get out of my head,
I get no sleep.
Scared to look under my bed,
because that's where my demons lay their heads.
So I hide under the sheets,
while the demons sleep beneath.
You can't rule with an imaginary crown,
we left the real ones on the shelf in Great Britain,
hundreds of years ago.
We left to be free,
we the people would love to be free.
I shouldn't like it but I do,
a drip of poison or 2.
You love me,
and I love you.
4 years is too long to wait,
I need you now,
let me get a taste.
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