She sits alone again, and tries her best not to pretend that all she used to live for was the love that wasn't there. And every time, she needs to do the things that she believes will fill the void inside of her. Cause he was never there.

And she says,
"I swear I'm not the devil
though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil."

He tries to sleep again, and wonders when the pain will end. The cuts they made run deeper than his cracking outer shell. He looks with tired eyes at all the people, hypnotized, and wonders what can save him from a self-created hell.

And he says,
"I swear I'm not the devil
though you think I am.
I swear I'm not the devil."

I always fail to see the little things in front of me. The things that mean so much to you. A way to let you know, that I appreciate the way you always tolerate. But sometimes when I medicate, frustration in you shows me how you feel.

But I swear I'm not the devil
Though you think I am
I swear I'm not the devil.
And I scream
I swear I'm not the devil
Though you think I am
I swear I'm not the devil.

הרבה סיבוכים כרגע. קידומים בצבא, התפתחויות אצלי, המון אפילו. אבל אני נשבעת שזה לא יימשך לנצח.

ובתוך כל הסבך הדפוק הזה יש מישהו חמוד. מישהו חמוד שמאמין כשאני אומרת,

שאני לא השטן.