If he is the man who battles his demons on a stage
I am the man who runs from his demons into safe,
I am the man who battles his demons, paper chase,
I am the man who baffles his demons in a web.
You taught me to be a world eater
and give back in equal measure
without shitting over anyone’s life
to promote my own pleasure.
I might miss what some people see
and not care about what everyone thinks,
But I see what no one sees,
although sometimes I fall whilst standing still.
I know your words, carved in my skin,
but I’d be lying if I claimed to understand them.
Knowing what you mean is not living your story,
your scar tissue is yours, it has to be worth it.
Otherwise, what was the point?