Such a beautiful demon
Weaving into shadows causing fright and loss of love
Tortured and unused little child
Dear Abby
...
This isn't living, it's surviving
We act happy
Need reminding
Can't go on with just surviving
...
We had an arrangement
That is true
But was it good for me or you?
It seems we both end up in heartache
...
Don't cry
It makes him jealous
Don't smile
He just can't take it
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No rest for the wicked, for the wicked
She said
There will be no rest for the wicked
When they're long gone and dead
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What my monsters see before me
Are offerings of salt
I don't deserve to reap the beauty
And ignore the ugly truth
...