so when you lay me to rest
i'd only hope it was worth it, oh
all those sleepless nights
where the demons came to life
would be over, but
for now they're in my chest
locked away beneath the surface
it's been killing me all along
if you thought that i was strong
well, you're wrong...
and i hate that i put up a front
cuz it really isn't fun
to be fighting all alone inside my head
and when it's all said and done
and there's nowhere i could run to
will i smile in the end?
will it matter when i'm dead?