Art is not for the eyes to see but for the heart to feel.

And oh lord Jesus, it feels like I'm bound to the gates of hell.
As if I'm the bad one everyone's afraid of, like I am the devil
but the truth is, maybe I'm like this because I know evil, trapped in the body of beauty
And I sold my soul to the devil the day I met love.
It's ruined me and I'm terrified to give my all again cause I don't have much left to give
Because what I had before, was when I gave my best
but now your smile's a threat
and I know I must kill that
Love is a theft
and the devil stole my heart from me
how can so much pain, write such a beautiful tragedy?