I’ve had it, it never stops,
They just never rest,
I beg you call the cops,
I think it’s for the best.
All these thoughts,
They just never go,
My mind tied up in knots,
I just feel so low.
I really don’t want to cause hurt,
But my demons tell me to kill,
Which is why I’m an introvert,
As I hope I never will.
I’m forever fighting this urge,
But my demons they want to purge.