Holding onto my hopes

Yet I'm still letting go.

Keeping all of my faith,

but the demons, they know.

 

They drive me into the darkness,

and I feel so alone.

My hands feel so cold

Shivering down to the bone.

 

I know I'm not perfect,

and I know that so well.

The demons point out my flaws.

Making my life hell.

 

Everywhere that I go,

They are stuck to my back.

Following like a shadow.

I'll always have something I lack.

 

The feeling of happiness.

The joy of love.

The grace of friendship.

The gifts from above.

 

But I have none of that.

All that's left is my fears.

For me to pity myself,

and hide behind my tears.