*About playing people and loving every second of it. Decided to switch it up since I have a lot about getting played instead of being the player on here.*

Maybe I want sanctuary from life?

Some escape from all of the daily strife?

Maybe it depends on the beholder?

But I love the devil on my shoulder.

It doesn’t matter when you’re all the same.

Another name is just another game.

Another piece for me to find and play.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You can keep spinning it like it’s sleazy,

But you always make it so damn easy.

It’s only torture you put yourself through.

While I have a million others like you.

My words are honey that you get to taste.

Too bad on you they’re nothing more than waste.

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