The Demons come when she’s alone
Late at night they sing their songs
Of worry, doubt and anxiety
Haunting sounds and melodies.
The Demons know when’s best to strike
And then they do so with all their might
They don’t do things with light intention
They want her begging for intervention.
The Demons know her or think they do
They never want to hear her point of view
They know best, they’ll tell her so
And fill her head with thoughts of woe.
The Demons are knocking, can you hear?
You feel it don’t you, I feel your fear
You have no option but to let them in
Just never, ever let them win.
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