there s a demon at my door and he s keeping count of all my past mistakes disguised as someone that i know waiting patiently like there s no one left to take and if it s all the same i wonder why it is he came why do i feel like i m walking over my own grave have a lead an honest life can i work my hands raw enough to show how hard i ve tried what if we all end up alone i m hoping there s something more that we have not been told our two ends meet at the fold and time it passes with the pages quoting every line won t slow it s curse on us so live like you were meant to make it hold your head up high and never doubt yourself cause if it s all we have let s hope we make the best of it and never regret the mistakes we ve made cause we learn from them have i lead an honest life can i work my hands raw enough to show how hard i ve tried what if we all make peace with this i m hoping the lives we lead make all the pieces fit and we ll be okay with it when i can only lay there for so long before my body gives up can my last conscious thought be you in the doorway that night when we were innocent and young