What a devilish thing, temptation is. Gets you when you're not looking, and somehow, he never had to knock. I always let him in. Tempted for the worse, the devil never came to me with a red cape, pointed horns, evil grin and all. He came to me as you, and that's when I realize, you've always been the devil in disguise.
But temptation is always shown as the woman. Her tight little black dress, makeup done with piercing blue eyes, hair as soft as your comforter you laid in that temped Tuesday night.
I was shown as the temptation. I was the one that caused this mess, that left us as nothing. When I was the tempted.
But maybe I was at fault. I was the temptation that drew you that Tuesday night at midnight to ask for more. And as the temptation, why would I say no.
The devil came that night, but not in the red cape or pointed horns. He came as you, with your sweaters you always wore and a smirk on his lips, I could easily confuse it as yours. Maybe all along, you've been him in disguise.
you know who you are. don't act this was my fault.
