Imaginary Friends

My broken heart drew you to me
Your dark inviting eyes
Brought out the girl I used to be
And fed her pretty lies

Demons I'd thought I'd killed before
Were lurking in my head
Greeting you, demanding more
Until the girl was dead

Our hearts were cold, the demons; hot
And melting at the ice
Our souls, which had begun to rot
Were burning at the price

I realize it wasn't love
No longer do I hide
And now, by watching from above
I see you're dead inside