Whisper sweet little nothings
As you wrap your clawing fingers around me
Tell me all your lies and secrets
Make me believe you want my love
And as my heartbeat quickens
Temperature rises, and legs go weak
Pick me up with your sweet kisses
To crush me with you're heartlessness
To find out the devil loves me
To hear his whispers with each step I take
To enlarge the darkness of my heart
To feed him every last piece of me
We want what we can't have
We hope for the worst
And we create our pain
So I probably should just stay,
With my devil, in his darkness
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