Stop the world! I want to get off!!
everyone has their demons
and my, they are no friends of mine.
keeping me up while i try to sleep
sitting on my chest while i lay screaming.
I push the darkness away,
but he still lurks
waiting for a weak spot,
he is my curse.
I hate this fellow, who has no name
or at least i pray never to know.
He is the lord valdamort to my harry potter.
'cept I dont have magic, so i will soon be a goner.
where is my angel when i need her the most?
of her pressence i can not boast
I need a way out, a way to freedom
I'm imprisioned in my dreams, cornered without a reason
I need to find a way out, out of this terror.
to rid myself of this demon
who is no friend of mine