I'm signing a deal with the Devil, the immortal seal.

by Bryce Thompson   Oct 9, 2006


I'm sitting here, home alone again.
And of course, you cross my mind.
This is nothing new.
My heart isn't that hard to find.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.
And no one respects that at all.
It really gets kind of annoying.
This feels like hell.

No one understand how I feel,
or why I slit these wrists.
No one can ever comprehend,
why I take these risks.

You know what?!
Screw you all.
I'll do what I want.
I'll take these falls.

No one cares about me.
No one cares how I feel.
Screw this life,
I'm signing a deal with the Devil, the immortal seal.

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