Tortured

Every night there’s a place inside my mind
Where I can run and hide from them
The energy they steal, and I’m their fucking meal again
Repeating every day, how much more can I take?
They’re beating me straight down, when will it turn around?

Hiding, waiting, holding on barely
I am dying from this torture
Speaking clearly, but no one can hear me
It’s because I’m being tortured

The fine line, the protection from the lies
It’s becoming my demise
When love is just a game, for all of them to play
I guess that it’s my turn again
I though that I just went, look at them
They’re cheating every time, and I’m cheating just to win