Dancing With the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Hand we hand we danced the night away.
For I was your queen... or so you had made it seem.
But I knew the truth
You had another lover.
You gazed upon my body but you seemed to have been staring at my soul,
For I had glanced at yours a few times and I saw that you were cold,
I was dancing with the devil.
Somehow I couldn’t allow myself to stop.
Somehow I thought I’d win this game
I then realized it was a losing battle and I was playing myself.
I was fighting for a heart that was owned by someone else.
Even though I refused to accept it I knew we’d eventually grow apart.
Why should I stay when the goal was to exchange hearts?
You give me yours and you would have mine,
The plan was that I’d love you till the end of time.
Love someone who’s already taken? Then what would be in it for me?
A heart that was already broken? And reopened scars that weren’t fully healed?
I danced with the devil.
He dragged me through hell but I still stayed.
Because I tried to convince myself that somehow he’d change.
But I was dancing with the devil… stuck in his maze.
I was dancing with the devil; playing his game.
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