Look into the demons in your
soul
I swear, you will be back for another taste
I could've grown up to be a good girl
If you hadn't touched me
Look inside, look deeper and deeper
Until your darkness is your happy place
Embrace yourself, little girl; the world is cold.
Your secrets-their whispers-those voices need to be heard.
They'll be your friends.
Won't they?
This lust. It
wouldn't be there, would it?
No I'd be a prude like all of my friends.
Masks aren't hard to pull off. No one knows.
They know my bedroom is pink, and I like fluffy things. That's my safety.
But set them free-oh dear, please do!
The whispers, they expand...
They laugh at night, oh they laugh so loudly!
Mocking me.
Poor girl...thinks night is for sleep...
Oh, I've seen them swirl.
Once I had let them out.
They are monstrous, mixed together; these demons
of mine.
I could wear them on the outside. But that'd have me banished and killed.
No, it likes controlling me from the inside.
It haunts the soul.
It fills you. It's pretty satisfying!
That is if you like insomnia.
I don't have to hold a cigarette
To understand the pleasurable pain
The voices in my head are enough thank you.
The only girl to choke on herself
"Poor thing," they said, "She looked so normal to me."