Here I am again :
arguing with demons, we became old friends.
I'll never win against my darkest thoughts.
They're in my bed,
their voices are still ringing
right in my ears.
They're in my head
and I can't help but listening.
I feel like I'm losing.
I can't hear what you say to me,
but I can read your eyes and lips.
I can't hear what you say to me,
and some days I'm not really here.
It seems like these doubts are a part of me,
I'm not capable of making choices.
And I lost any hope of finding any fucking answers.
I'll be buried among doubts and questions.