Devil in disguise
Cross my heart, I don’t want to die.
But heavens knows, it seems like i try.
Iv’e learned from my mistakes, then forget the again.
Lost in a labyrinth, for weeks on end.
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won’t quit
It’s subtle as a shotgun, heavy as a brick
Because i’m staring at the devil and the truth of it is
He’s a lot more familiar than i’d like to admit.
If only i could focus, maybe if I could see
If I didn’t know any better, I would say he looks
Just like me.....
