I've got no doubt in my mind
that this is where you and I
Draw our battle lines
And lead seperate lives
As if it were destined
Theres only 6 words of advice left
Come back soon, hell misses you
The devil needs a vice
You can leave
If you'd rather break hearts
Or you can stand
If you'd rather break yourself
One damned demand:
Come back soon, hell misses you
The devil lost her vice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem