Holding Hands With The Devil

It wasn't easy. I wasn't easy. Life wasn't easy. But wouldn't it be boring to live a perfect little life with the perfect people and a perfect past without any mistakes? I'm sure it would be but still, when it's dark outside and the wind is howling through the trees I'm starting to think. I'll wonder how it would be. How it could've been. How life would've treated me if it wasn't for him.