Personal Demon

Maybe it’s frustration, maybe I’m a fool
Maybe I think the way lunatics do
Maybe I am crazy and fucked up in the head
I’m still the alien that doesn’t give a shit
Why do I think I’m happy always when I’m not?
And why do I feel the cold even when it’s hot?
Am I the one I think I am or am I just a fool?
And do I really do the things that I want to do?
My personal demon is haunting my head
Once I was happy, and I told the world
That I believed in everything, yeah even in God
But then I felt enlightened by a million candle lights
And I found there was nothing left for me to hide
So maybe it’s frustration, maybe I’m a fool
Maybe I think the way lunatics do
Maybe I am crazy and fucked up in the head
But I’m still the alien that doesn’t give a shit
My personal demon is haunting my head