Don't disturb my private life,
My friend;
I pretend
I don't see your crimes.

I just want to crash down low,
Underground.
Nothing's done,
And nothing's left to show.

My inner demons hide and seek.
Now I feel
All my whims
Will never be appeased.

I always mean something,
I'm not flat.
Like a cigarette,
I burn within my skin.

I just want to stop this game;
It's not fair,
I'm just prey
Of my own inner flames.

A million bullets in my head;
A million words left unsaid;
The red eyes behind my back,
They stick sharp needles in my neck.