Deal With The Devil

I made a deal with the devil, wanting him to take me
I see how wrong that is and know my mistake clearly
Life has always been hard and I'm tired of crying
So I made my decision and found it to be dying.

Praying for whatever force to take me from these walls
No one on Earth seems to ever hear my horrid calls
Years of suffering upon years of lying about myself
Months of worrying and months of screaming for help.

Nothing came until I decided to take matters into my hands
Wondering if my friends will read this and try to understand
I'm not happy in my old skin with bruises and the scars
I'm tired of searching and feeling like I am alone on Mars.

Don't blame the one whom I gave my heart
It's not his fault the deal is made for me to part;
Part from everyone and gain my scabbed wings
And listen to the band of demons longing to sing.

"Home sweet home..." to the Devil I cry
"Please come, let me bleed, let me die."
I feel him now enter my weary soul
Squeezing life from this heart of gold.

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