I am stuck between a rock and a hard place
Never escaping from any bad situation
But I guess that has always been my case
Always causing gossip and too much tension.
I've been told their are demons in my head
From a religious view I never quite believed
But lately my mind is starting to wonder
And setteling no where close to being relieved.
Is it just a supersticious exaggeration
From the ones who look into myths too much?
Or is there a thing spreading into my body
But one I cannot see, hear or touch?
They say my eyes tell it all from inside out
When alcohol is in the system my body controls
I lose all sence of beauty outside and in
And those around me, for my sanity, condoles.
I don't think I'm wrongfull, just a growing girl
Trying to discover herself, her body, her face.
But if a dark thing lingers, I know one thing for sure
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.
My or it's soul wants to torture my reality
Hurting the ones who surround me with love
But I don't believe in the devil or these things.
I've always had faith in the Lord up above.
I've stopped praying many years ago
When my world cumbled and lost all grace
I think It's maybe time to start again because
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.