the devil is a woman
they will say to you
she will cheat and lie
she will betray you
she'll spit in your eyes
just to say "i love you"
cry to her
and she will listen
break her heart
she will forgive him
who is this broken clock ticking for?
where did the fire go?
the flame we both once held
not afraid of burning
not afraid of scars
now my kingdoms undone
my lies have become
some kind of utilized weapon
the thorn never meant to penetrate
the soft skin of him who dares to pluck them
so why should i be mournful
why should i care
for someone who was never really
there
