A demon is living inside my head
That is answering to my name
She feeds me thoughts
That she calls bed time stories
When I look at myself in the mirror
She laughs at everything about me
From my body shape
To how I tie my hair up
When I walk down the street
I wonder do these people fight demons as well
The ones that control your every move
And tell you what to do
Maybe thats why she stays there
Because she can't talk herself
So she makes me speak her words and action
Also so she makes me hate myself
More that I hate my enemies
