This look you see in my eyes,
is a result of all the long nights,
not the thousand cries,
from each of our fights,

Oh how often you assume,
what's on my mind,
I wish It'd end soon,
but you are too blind,

trusting the demon in you,
to love the demon in me,
I find nothing's ever true,
and never ever free,

don't be fooled by the illusion,
it can seem more real than ever,
it's only a result of the confusion,
and the evil that's oh so clever,

We'll do it again,
again and again,
no seamingless end,
to the pain you love to send.