Isn’t it a pity, you run through my thoughts all day, like you’d chase all the devils that live inside and I don’t even get the chance to cross your mind for a second? Yet, you live there too. You’re not a demon, but certainly not an angel. You’re the light that meets the darkness. The cold that embraces the warmth of my heart. Maybe…you are the single thought I allow to leave scars in my mind.
I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed