We're not who we say we are.
We're nothing but tools.
Throughout life, we all are used.
Sometimes it is because we're fools.
We let others take advantage of us.
Instead of fighting back.
We allow them to walk all over us.
Crushing us, and our hearts as well.
This so called loving earthly planet.
Might as well be called Hell.
Sometimes, I act like an Angel.
But behind closed doors,
I'm much more of a Devil.
My soothing words, incredible.
They reach your ears and tempt you.
I bother and annoy you.
But in the end, I'll destroy you.
You shouldn't have listened to me.
I'm like a mouse trap, you wanted,
The treat, and I wanted your soul.
Now that's a fair trade,
A treat for a soul.
You should've stayed with mommy.
But now you're under my control.
