These days, they weigh so heavy on my back.
Little red demons in my head attack me, make me question. Why do I stand here all by myself with a smile so out of fashion?
And I can feel the sting of angry minds and jaded eyes...
This pain that makes me know I'm still alive...
Yet this curse still makes me find the strength to smile.
It seems like such a shame, all this energy gone to waste. Little red demons in my head attack me, make me question. Why...
This pain that makes me know I'm still alive.
This curse still makes me find the strength to smile.
