Demons
I gotta lotta problems
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
What do I do with all this hurt that I just can't explain?
I'm on a thousand downers right now, I can feel it in my veins
Just to feel the rush, I put this fully loaded gun to my brain
But If they ask me how I'm doing, I just say that I really can't complain
I'm still shedding tears, everyday I deal with fucking hurt
My ex hit me on my phone but I'm way too fucked up now to deal with her
I put the gun to my head since everybody always say they hate me
Click click, bow, I forgot the gun was on safety
I gotta lotta problems
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
Always tearing me up from the inside
Chemical withdrawals on the decline
Shaking up my vision, up the prescription
On a new type just to feel right
My bones hanging up in your closet, its like you deposit
Little parts of me till I'm stuck in your pocket
Threaded next to your heart on your shoulder
Till you realize, I'm just not your thing
I feel, I feel disgusting by the way I handled this
The idea of suicide was just bliss
Struggled up from the abyss, where my roots refused to grow
You loved to burn me at both ends, until I thought I lost my soul
I gotta lotta problems
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
What do I do with all this hurt that I just can't explain?
I'm on a thousand downers right now, I can feel it in my veins
Just to feel the rush, I put this fully loaded gun to my brain
But If they ask me how I'm doing, I just say that I really can't complain
I'm still shedding tears, everyday I deal with fucking hurt
My ex hit me on my phone but I'm way too fucked up now to deal with her
I put the gun to my head since everybody always say they hate me
Click click, bow, I forgot the gun was on safety
I gotta lotta problems
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
Always tearing me up from the inside
Chemical withdrawals on the decline
Shaking up my vision, up the prescription
On a new type just to feel right
My bones hanging up in your closet, its like you deposit
Little parts of me till I'm stuck in your pocket
Threaded next to your heart on your shoulder
Till you realize, I'm just not your thing
I feel, I feel disgusting by the way I handled this
The idea of suicide was just bliss
Struggled up from the abyss, where my roots refused to grow
You loved to burn me at both ends, until I thought I lost my soul
I gotta lotta problems
And I don't think I can solve 'em
I gotta lotta demons
Would you like to see them?
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Writer(s): Jacob Posz
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