*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.