My memories come back and they're haunting me Why can't my demons chill out and just let me sleep I don't have a soul anymore, now it's just me I'm an empty shell now so why can't anyone see? I've always been this way, surrounded by black clouds I've done things to hurt myself just to get around Never was a social guy, I've always hated crowds Now I hate myself more cuz I'm to nervous to make a sound Memories of an abusive father is finally gone But why do I feel like I'm the one who did something wrong? Maybe it was my stutters or my seizures I have? Maybe it was all part of a plan he had stacked Stacked upon the fake lord's book before he stabbed Me right in the back with my blood pouring black I always feel cold, I wonder what's wrong my girl tries cheer me up by singing her favorite songs Sometimes I'll crack a smile just for her sake But I'll never tell her the truth about it being fake