the demon in me..have been best of friends, right from the start. and dreamin is all i can lately for some this shall pass. the hurt that ahce inside, worries and frightens me....he i sit wondering where togo. here i am in british columbia.. the dream land ive dreamt of since i saw fashion file.

the tight lipped nothings have me going around in circles...as i stare at you. i speak of nothings, there you go going around in circles, wraped inside your brain. with a simple smile. and blank look you see your fault, yet you arent yet to admit it all. you will come around and search for the right words to express to me with. Once i see the demon inside me i will vanish all the hate, but you just wait.. this shall pass through the viens i use as a path.