We all have demons
We’re all in hollows
It’s the curse on all humans
Worse than getting hanged in the gallows
Life’s an unending struggle
Finding love and happiness complicates it further
I’m forced to ask why all this trouble?
Guess I’m too young to bother
Till love hurts me more than twice
Then I decide to look above
To trust Him for advice
And learn not everyone was made for love.