Haunted and damned, dangerously in pain
When a girl sings to the devil, she's screaming my name.
How did you expect, did you even reflect?
On the actions you made turned light into shade as the burning of a life is at stake.
Never caring, Never minded, all words of else was fake.
So I've thought of life's book as empty, filling with whatever I want
Well the pages are burned in plenty, It's a pile of ashes I CANT.
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