it sneaks up on you.. like a predator to it's prey.. as if it's ready to attack you right when you feel happiness... The devil in disguise.. as he plays with your mind and tools with your emotions like some sick and twisted game... it's such a shame.. as we're in a mindful of doubt.. helpless.. thinking and wandering if, and what problems you may have caused... wondering if you're to blame... what a sick game you play... the devil traps you on the inside and plays with your fears making them rise up as he raises his glass .. and says "cheers"...
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
it sneaks up on you.. like a predator to it's prey.. as if it's ready to attack you right when you feel happiness... The devil in disguise.. as he plays with your mind and tools with your emotions like some sick and twisted game... it's such a shame.. as we're in a mindful of doubt.. helpless.. thinking and wandering if, and what problems you may have caused... wondering if you're to blame... what a sick game you play... the devil traps you on the inside and plays with your fears making them rise up as he raises his glass .. and says "cheers"...
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