A demon lurks behind me, 
waiting for my vulnerable period,
 So that he could swallow me up,
 swallow me up and make me his. 
The demon looks friendly.
 But is it?
 The demon looks charming.
 But is it? 
The demon says, "It's okay." 
But is it?

I am believing it day by day, 
Thinking it's fine. 
But as I wait to be the darkest,
 the devil says, "I am his."
 My devil and demon fight every day, 
And I don't want any one of them to win.

If they do, I won't be able to turn back.
 Turn back to myself, to my life,
 to my happiness, to my memories. 
And I will be lost, lost forever....