You call me crazy and treate me like a shit,
But i have made a deal with the devil.
Born out of disparity, hatred and selfishness,
My devil is a survivor.
In a world full of perceptions,
I was thought to be a slave of ages old rules and mentality.
And so i did, what was told.
Througout my life , my devil was tested,
With tantrums, arrogance, and some hardcore bitterness.
I get it, you were dealing with your own devil but trust me my devil is no saint.
Rose from the ashes of my sorrow, fears and depression, my devil is a phoenix.
I know sometimes, i let devil get hold of myself.
I also acknowledge that there's a very thin line between sanity and insanity and once that line crossed there's no coming back.
You say only god can save me ?
Why not try love , happiness and joy instead.
If you poke my devil , beware of your soul,
While feeding a devil , new devils are born..