The Devils Eyes
The Devils Eyes
That’s a frosty way to speak
To tell me how to live your dream.
I believed in you
So you should believe in me.
Like fire I tried,
I bled into the night,
I died I tried
Beyond what’s left of your potpourri.
I felt the rush
Something in the dark
I tried, I tried
To save you from
The Devils eyes.
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