The Devil Was Once an Angel
The devil was once an angel.
So kind; could do no harm.
But once he drinks,
out comes the belt,
and the anger of his past
I left you for a reason,
hoping you won't hurt me again,
but you still do.
The devil once loved his little angel,
but soon forgot her.
Every time I talk to you,
I want to die.
You never cared.
I cut and you think I'm fine.
Truth is, I'm nowhere near fine.
I just say that so I don't have to talk to you.
You shoot me down,
but I won't fall.
Yes, I cry because of you,
but tears are words
the heart can't express.
When will it end?
I'm not perfect
but I'm happy;
without you.
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