I have this little demon
That lives inside my head
I’ve never ever seen him
But I’m sure that he is red.
Those times when I feel happy
He’ll stoke a fire for me
So my good mood is soon replaced by
Full-on anxiety.
When I’m asleep he’s busy talking
When I wake he’s in my ear
I simply can’t escape him
And his chatter's all too clear.
I hate this little demon
And it's now me who's feeling red
So I’m taking all these little pills
To ensure that he's soon dead.
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