Текст песни
My demons don’t knock at the door
They live in the mirror instead
They borrow my voice when I’m tired
And whisper the worst in my head
They sit at the edge of my bed
Like they’re waiting for me to fall
They don’t need chains or shadows
They don’t need horns at all
They sound like doubt
They feel like truth
They wear my face
They call it proof
My demons don’t scream — they breathe
Right under my skin at night
They tell me I’m broken beyond repair
That I’m losing every fight
They say I’m too damaged to love
Too heavy to ever be free
But what if the voice in the dark
Is not the real me?
Anxiety counts every heartbeat
Like it’s tracking a ticking bomb
Depression pulls down the curtains
And tells me to just stay numb
Obsessions replay every sentence
Until I can’t tell what is real
And I smile in public like nothing
Inside me is trying to heal
They speak in statistics
In chemical blame
But pain has a pattern
And shame has a name
My demons don’t scream — they breathe
They curl up beside my fear
They tell me the world would be lighter
If I could just disappear
They say I’m a burden of silence
A weight no one wants to see
But what if surviving the night
Is already victory?
I am not the illness
I am not the scar
I am not the diagnosis
Written on my heart
I am the girl who wakes up
Even when she’s torn apart
And sometimes staying alive
Is the bravest kind of art
My demons still breathe — but so do I
And that is reason enough
They can whisper all they want
But I am louder than the dark
They are not my future
They are not my identity
They may live inside my mind
But they do not own me
