- "why do I write about you?"
I ask myself everyday.
"Why all of my journals know you?"
I ask myself everyday.
" Why your atrocities are comforting?"
I ask myself everyday.
- Maybe I'll never know.
Maybe I don't wanna know.
This curious mind of mine is scared;
For knowing you I'll have to dive deep in your mind-
Cherish your cruel soul;
Burn the bridges till there's nothing left.
Trade my heart for yours.
And train my soul to be like yours.
And maybe being soulless for you
would be like trading my soul to the devil for nothing.