I feel like this is all a game of make believe
Trying to pretend that i have figured it out
But in truth I’m still wandering
To say i’m filled with darkness, a demon in the night
Try to sell that i’m the bad guy, but it isn’t right
I can’t help but to say it, i crave that interesting life
But in reality boredom, loneliness, are the only demons i fight
I can’t help that i live in the shadows, in a game of make believe
Because sometimes, its better to play pretend, than to except the real thing
truth. . I can tell you this: you ain’t alone.