Inner Devil


Nights of terror seem to pass

And days of sorrow fade.

In every moment that I laugh

I slowly crawl out of the shade.

Bits and pieces start to form

But some parts are still gone.

From every emotion that I've worn

There's always one thing that goes wrong.

To you my sun is everywhere

But deep inside I feel the rain.

To me the sun is never there

Even on the brightest days.

Nights of terror seem to come

And days of sorrow grow.

In every moment since day one

I slowly crawl into a hole.

Shards are shattered on the floor

Afraid to pick them up again.

From every emotion that you tore

You will never let me win.


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