There’s someone in my head… I call her by a different name. I think she hates me. Or maybe… maybe she just knows me too well. [VERSE 1] She wakes up before I do. Tells me what they meant when they said nothing. (nothing) Turns every little silence into something I should fear. And I listen. God… I always listen. Maybe she knows something I don't. She tells me which doors are closing, which hands will let go, which words will hurt the most. And when I say them… I blame her. [PRE-CHORUS] She made me say it! She made me think it! She made me …feel it. But why does she sound exactly like me? [CHORUS] Am I fighting my demons…?! or am I the demon? The demon… Am I fighting my demons… or am I— the demon? my demon… [VERSE 2] I started giving her a face so I wouldn't have to look at mine. I gave her every thought I was ashamed to keep. Every cruel little sentence. Every jealous little thought. Every door I slammed before someone could leave me. That wasn't her… (damn!) Was it? I keep saying she's the reason I ruin everything. But she's never touched a thing. Never opened my mouth. Never moved my hands. So why… why does everything she does look like me? [PRE-CHORUS 2] Maybe I'm not being followed. Maybe I'm just running from the sound of my own footsteps. Maybe that's all it ever was. [CHORUS] Am I fighting my demons… or am I the demon? The demon… the demon… Am I fighting my demons… or am I the— DEMON [HOOK] She knows every thought. Every fear. Every word I wish I could take back. She doesn't have to guess. She lives here. She has always lived here. [BRIDGE] I gave you a face so I wouldn't have to look at mine. I gave you a voice so I could call mine a warning. I gave you every ugly thought and called it possession. You never followed me. I was the thing following you. I never had demons. I just gave my name to everything I couldn't forgive in myself. My name… [FINAL CHORUS] So am I fighting my demons… or am I the demon? Am I the demon? my demon… So am I fighting my demons… or am I the demon? Am I the demon? my demon… [FINAL HOOK] She has my voice. She has my fears. She has my name. My name… My name… Name… But she doesn't have to have my future. [OUTRO] I'm just the one who has to learn when to stop listening. When to stop believing every thought that sounds like truth. When to stop letting my mouth become a weapon. I don't need to kill her. I need to learn when to stop speaking for her.
