Might have been some other storynOur book must have been bought usedn'Cause it was missing all the late chaptersnThey were gone with the liberty nthat everybody loves to abusennAnd I'm not ready to never feel good againnMistakes were made by you as well, as wellnI come by road, I will come by railnnTo come by isabelnnDemons, my demons always behind menEverywhere I go they come alongnDemons, my demons always remind menThey keep singing my favorite songnnAnd I keep sliding all aroundnAll my vices are gonenthat held me so well, so wellnI come by controlnof the things you don't tellnnTo come by isabelnnAnd early in the morning, I lay awake in my bednWondering when the day will show a tracenIt always comes like a prison guardnLooking in my cellnShining his flashlight in my facenHe always says, Hey boy, where do you think you're going?nThere's only one place I can tell, I can tellnI come flat broke, I will come by hellnnTo come by isabelnnI will come by control of the things you don't tellnTo come by my isabel.