Just a devils plaything A secret depressant Heart torn in two for The sake of a lie Reach out to touch you Act on an impulse Try to forget it Asking you why. Can't stop the motion Left me without it Sun, moon and stars Revolve round my life Give me an answer Why did you do it How can I love you Cut through my strief Cursed with a memory holding my hand Some kind of stimulant Holding me up I know your still with me So why am I hurting Yes devils play-thing Fill up my cup.
Reason for writing:
Finding out something bad about a person I was very much in love with.
Birth sign: Virgo
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