each day i wake up with an empty space

a space that give my demons room stay

the dreams are running out of stories the tell

my cell is getting more loud and dark

my roommates bully me till my brain bleeds

the master has returned

the evil ex is back

bringing with her her tool, the past

i can feel them chasing me everywhere

no were is safe

no were is peaceful

if you don't return am gonna lose my mind

she knows my weaknesses and by problems

and she aint aiming for 20's

shes gonna strike the bulls eye

her words are as dreadful as the world's disease

yet as sweet as the bees honey.