Why do you?
Why do you see
Only the Devil in me...?

I'm not that bad
In this city of
The living dead.

I do the same,
The same as you,
I stroll the streets,
Without a name.

True, my soul is dark,
But so is yours,
We're all just puppets,
To some unknown force.

And yes I hum
These wicked melodies,
When it's time
For demons to come,

I may be bewitched,
But so are you,
And I dance with them,
But you do it too.

Yet I wonder why,
Why do you see
The Devil only in me?

holding ouy is just a theory
even when you think your not enough
but if you think of giving up
that's when they'll say it's enough

No more wrong answers
no more needs
just figure it out what you need
it doesn't matter what they think
thats only when you care about when they speak

Give it time
make some more space
figure out what's perfection
and figure out what is fake