Like a Sword کے بول

This sentimental life is such a chore I'm reaching into this box for more I'm addicted to the highs And running from the lows And turning upside down In search of love I walk the streets alone most days I carry all my thoughts in my heavy head My enemy's inside me He doesn't bother hiding He's the twinkle in my eye And cause of these desires And the ambassador to my heart of discontent And it cuts like a sword Through this pillow My head rests on Dividing in two my conscience And I can't decide I'm watching out for thieves on this stroll Who want to steal my hope, oh no But that's the only thing I have now To fight against this devil Who's telling me I'm nothin' Who's taking me to hell And it cuts like a sword Through this pillow My head rests on Dividing in two my conscience And I can't decide