She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demon of darkness
Had driven her here.
They cut her heart
Right out of her chest,
Making her believe
That the demon knows best.
They're always there,
Sometimes just out ot sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.
These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life she knew,
Hating everything about her;
She hated herself, too.
These demons can't be seen,
But they're far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
The evilness prevails.
So on the bridge she stood,
About to end the fight.
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more time.
