Writer that's depressed

Both my feet are in the grave

Used to be on the ground

I’m feeling kind of brave

With these demons all around

Because they never go away

Try to get them to leave me alone

try to lure them with bait

but they don't want to go

So I'll never be safe

no

I can’t let them take control

I'm not allowed to fold

It's the devil at the door

It’s his shadow on the floor

Just keep walking

don't look in the mirror

Demons saying

“don’t you fear”

They follow me when there is no light

When it's dark outside

During the night

“Do they make you cry?”

If i think at all

I'll be dead

“If you just give your all

Then you'll make it”

Will anyone be there if I fall?

All it takes is a second

They tell me it’ll be fine like I’ve never heard it before

They’ve created a mine in my mind

i wonder what it’s for

I can hear them say it's not alright

While i'm listening through the wall

It's the devil at the door

It’s his shadow on the floor