Believe

Another day spent on facing dear old sorrows,
Another time dreading the dear old past,
A gift from the dark demon that brings the suffering,

Let me show all of you,
this is the way i dread,
this is the way i get fed,

Dark lingerings hiding under the bed,
Waiting for me to give in to the dread,
But i endevour the dread,
I believe in what i have said,

The the demons that haunt me in my bed,


"believe in the future, And endevor the present. Thats what ill do."