| The devil on my shoulder tells me he’s proud of me That it takes a real man to look out for himself and no one else
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| I don’t want to believe that
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| But sometimes it’s easier to just stay silent
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| I wish I knew how to speak out
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| I never had a problem with words
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| But only when talking to someone else
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| There’s a war inside me that’s all my own
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| And I need to talk like a king to keep myself afloat
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| But how much longer until everyone knows?
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| There’s a war inside me that’s all my own
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| There’s a war inside me that’s all my own
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| I should have started to take my own advice
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| From the moment that I started giving it But I can only control what happens from here
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| And if none of this had happened
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| Then I couldn’t have heard…
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| The angel on my shoulder tells me he’s proud of me That it takes a real man to live for everyone else before himself
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| I know I believe it And it’ll never get easier
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| But it will always be worth it There’s a war inside me that’s all my own
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| I’m still learning to speak out against myself
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| And stay on the path I truly want to be on
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| Though I’ve lost my way more times that I have wished
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| My heart is constant and willing
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| I still believe that we were made for more
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| That what I’ve been doing lately
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| This end of depression will be the start of getting back what I have lost
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| Because I had become conceited
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| But I’m making it back to where I last left off
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| And so I’ve shown you my heart
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| Will you restore me? |