Nights, Pt. 1

And the nights do they treat you like they're treating me Are your demons holding hands dancing circles 'round your bed And do you think I could come up for some air once more Or would you hold it over my head make me sorry for what I did And if I'm in hell then you are the devil A punishment so cruel your memory's a torture tool And I realize That I was yours for conquering till your conquest made you sore And I realize That to rid me of malignancies will be a lifelong chore Cuz I realize That what should be forgotten just gets thought about the more