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The Devil's song. (Rough)
Take this knife, feel it in your hand
Now drive it through my chest because I know I can't.
As the moon fades the shadows I open my eyes.
I dance with the devil, my Desmond they sing, as they hear my crys.
They are telling me what I should be.
And now by the end of their song I open my eyes and start to sing along.
I just wanna be my own person and sing my own song.
But right now I'm not where I belong.
Not who I once was, I'm sorry tabitha this ones to you.
There's no one that made me happier than you with your song. But I fucked up and there's no return, so tell me why when I die people are going to morn.
When in reality I wasn't shit. Just a fake ass dude that wasn't worth shit.
A white dude that isn't owning up to shit.
I wasted my life.
I wasted my dreams.
I wasted the trust the trust you gave to me.
So tell me now what is it that I deserve?
Love, happiness, a place in this earth?
I'm a waste of space and I already know it.
But if you text me or see me I'll never really show it.
Tonight is that night, my final encore.
the curtain is closing as I fall to the floor.
Before I close my eyes and your the last thing I wanna see. Cause there's nothing that made me happier than you and me.
The devil laughs as I load this gun one pull of the trigger then boom it's done.
The audiance claps and demands for more.
What A Gripping Metaphor
Love your title mixed with the last verse, "The audiance claps and demands for more."
Keep on drinking that bottle of Jamson.