One More Day - DemkoBeatz

All of my friends know that I'll cancel And I'll ignore all of the texts I hate that I can't control my own head I'm becoming someone I'll repent I feel like I'm living on a pedestal I'm reliving life day by day At this point I have no meaning I question if I'll ever be okay No one knows what life is like behind closed doors I fake it all and try to be okay But I'm dying on the inside This has taken up my whole time I need to find a way To tell myself to make it One More Day I lay in bed and watch my phone ring While my mind plays tricks on me Everyone tells me that they're worried But I end up not listening I feel like they won't understand So I keep it to myself When in all I'm on the inside screaming for help oh No one knows what life is like behind closed doors I fake it all and try to be okay But I'm dying on the inside This has taken up my whole time I need to find a way To tell myself to make it One More Day It's so hard feeling like no one understands Countless sleepless nights of hearing the voices in my head They control my daily life And at this point I'm just surviving I can't keep doing this to myself When will this war in my head be over Cause it feels like they've already won No one knows what life is like behind closed doors I fake it all and try to be okay (Try to be okay) But I'm dying on the inside This has taken up my whole time I need to find a way To tell myself to make it One More Day Yeah yeah yeah I just need to make it One More Day Oh oh oh I just need to make it One More Day

Listening to favourite songs She was always happy Cleaning, dishes every day She was tired and angry But she knows, she knows Once a while at late time She'd put on her headphones Listening to sad songs And every word seems to be bout her life Every lang is closer to the sad part She tries not to cry But drops are falling down And every lang is closer to the sad part Listening to favourite songs She was always happy Cleaning, dishes every day She was tired and angry But she knows, she knows Once a while at late time She'd put on her headphones Listening to sad songs And every word seems to be bout her life Every lang is closer to the sad part She tries not to cry But drops are falling down And every lang is closer to the sad part