LYRICS:
Another demon for you to hide,
to make you cry yourself to sleep.
But you’re a star, you’re a vision, you’re a hero to me.
But you’re a mess. You’re a mess,
but you hold yourself so well,
There’s such a weight upon your chest,
yet you still keep it to yourself.

Bang. Bang. Bang.
That’s the sound of your bedroom door.
That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls.
They make you cry yourself to sleep.

So now those tears stream down your cheeks.
Those demons haunt your every dream.
Still, you keep it to yourself.
But you hold yourself so well.
To some a victim, but you’re a hero to me.

——
“Fucking coward, that’s somebody’s daughter.

Another milestone, you’ve found a new low buried under their clothes”
——

Living life by the numbers.
Your conventional routine,
So pour yourself another drink.
Living in fear of others, 
Biting nails between your teeth.
Long nights, bad dreams, no sleep.

And why you’d felt compelled
To somehow blame yourself,
That’s way too far beyond me.

Bang. Bang. Bang.
That’s the sound of your bedroom door.
That’s the sound of the bathroom stalls.
They make you cry yourself to sleep.
 
I penned a note on your behalf,
A poem for the host of a hollowed heart.
They’re fucking cowards,
They make you cry yourself to sleep.
They’re all fucking cowards,
They make you cry yourself to sleep.

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