The devil must be the inventor of love
It hurts to much to much to come from heaven above
Wearing a mask to hide his face
Sneaking around to find his place
A place like the heart thats inside of me
Roaming freely to get what he needs
Things that only my heart knows
Useing it againts me to make my love grow
Telling me things i need to hear
Makeing me feel safe because he knows my every fear
Untill the day his face is unmasked
Shattering my heart as if it was glass
A plan so clever that works so well
Must be from the devil
Straight out of hell
BY William J Holt
AKA
Mrchevy