| There’s a demon at my door
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| And he’s keeping count of all my past mistakes
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| Disguised as someone that I know
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| Waiting patiently like there’s no one left to take
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| And if it’s all the same
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| I wonder why it is he came
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| Why do I feel like I’m walking over my own grave
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| Have a lead an honest life
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| Can I work my hands raw enough
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| To show how hard I’ve tried
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| What if we all end up alone
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| I’m hoping there’s something more that we have not been told
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| Our two ends meet at the fold
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| And time, it passes with the pages
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| Quoting every line won’t slow it’s curse on us
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| So live like you were meant to make it
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| Hold your head up high and never doubt yourself
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| Cause if it’s all we have
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| Let’s hope we make the best of it
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| And never regret the mistakes we’ve made cause we learn from them
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| Have I lead an honest life
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| Can I work my hands raw enough
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| To show how hard I’ve tried
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| What if we all make peace with this
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| I’m hoping the lives we lead make all the pieces fit
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| And we’ll be okay with it
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| When I can only lay there for so long
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| Before my body gives up
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| Can my last conscious thought be
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| You in the doorway, that night when we were innocent and young |