Dead Last
I'm the last thing on their mind.
Compared to her I'm a demon,
Segun es mi familia yo el diablo.
They see the facade and nothing more,
They see the halo but not the horns
A ghost among the living,
So that's how it is?
That's how it'll always be,
A living person they refuse to see.
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