devils hour
• Written by Doctor_Heartbroken
wish i had not dread
the songs stuck in my head
without listening to music, instead
focus on the lyrics till im dead
yea
we live a constant day to day
one after another, its all the same
some are happy, they try to maintain
me, i wish i could reclaim
the thoughts once in my brain
the ones that try to explain
theres no reason to complain
sure, the blood leaves a little stain
and a little bit of pain
but if its what keeps me sane
ill gladly stay the same
no, i dont have no fame,
i dont fit into a perfect frame
im happy to remain
maybe im am insane
ill just write a new refrain
to express my pain
because all this rain
starts to drain
away and this chain
keeps holding me back
i want to make a comeback
i just want a big mac
because eating relieves stress
maybe it could fix this mess
but now your thinking
that i am a perfect fuckin stereotypical depressed fuck!
but i dont give a fuck!
im in this fucking muck!
im stuck, please help me!
im writing a new melody
trying to find a way to describe me
but ive tried that already
i guess ill just upset everybody
its whats happening, probably
i cant even think about family
what would they try to make me be
wanna make me happy?
guess what?
thats a tough task
go ahead, try to grasp
figure out how it is for me
that's why i listen to the lyrics
they dig into my feelings
this is where the king lives
my king of darkness
with a dark heart
and a
dark soul
what an asshole, right?
you think i would fight, right?
you think i would shoo away the night
like a light on a match
time to burn this house down
its the house that i built
but my world is flipped
and the mansion i built
its kinda chilled
its got words and shadows
memories all froze
they expose what i chose
and the fears, they start to grow
like armor against the dark heart
the dark that left the mark
on my heart
ive been betrayed
by myself
ive been betrayed
three hours past twelve
its the devil's hour
goodnight
