I still can feel the pain,
Where the arrow once seeped through.
And was taken back by the archer,
Giving me a thousand pain.
But with all the pills to cure it,
My mind is in chaos,
Of diabolic imaginations.
And if thoughts could kill,
We will all die in 30 seconds.
While the angel and demon inside me,
Kiss each other with all the passion tormenting me.
But for all the good deeds you've done.
You're willing to sell your soul for the one you love the most.