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.
I'm smiling to myself,
remembering,
reminiscing,
the good times.
The times where it was you,
and me,
against the world.
Who would stop us?
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