Nightmares don't let me sleep.
I am tired of the devil walking in back of me.
They say he is protecting me,
I bring despair and sadness to everyone around me.
Oh yes they call me the devil's daughter
I try to save everyone but he simply drags me
to that place he calls home
my soul is dark and
I am sitting all alone .
Shh shh
i will whisper
dont cry,
dont yell,
dont talk
you have to run away silently or he will hear you,
save yourself I shall stay
I am the devil's daughter there is no choice for me
You will be saved
hell is now my home
The place they say I must belong.
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