My crafty demons, they never miss a trick.

My defences are down, so they move in quick.

When I'm feeling down, got nowhere to go.

My eager demons are always the first to know

 

I'm missing a colour and I'm missing a flower.

And I miss them more with each passing hour.

If you're interested in how my day has been.

It's been a waking example of a lonely dream.

 

Another lonely night spent, a day now to dread.

With my demons now running riot in my head.

They know when to strike, when I feel this way.

They torment and haunt me, each night and day.

 

Now the daytime hours, drag their leaden feet.

As I wander aimlessly down an unknown street.

My life has come to this, what a pity and shame.

But I look no further than my own self to blame.