The devil
The devil have stuck a knife inside my back so many times When i was so blinded I couldn't even see the signs Behind his shining stars He created my hidden scars I'm stuck here And somehow he got everything from me that wanted He will never just dissappear Im just some toy to him that needed to be taunted The devil laughs, and my cries While I'm stuck here in the dark painted skies And once again, he has shattered my heart But to him, it is just the start My heart begins to bleed And I call for the devil , i plead Why do you hurt me? I scream? I feel his smile behind my back , enjoying my pain While it drives me insane The devil is real But he's not always a red man with 2 horns and a tail He could be beautiful, like he could somehow heal And suddenly I can feel my face getting pale
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