Dancing with the Devil

(Girl, how'll I love you?
I can't love myself
Each day I wake
I wish I'm someone else)

Now this a little story 'bout a kid that never had a story
Never had the chance to have some friends defend him from his bullies
Bullied all his life
He never really grasped or sensed it fully
Why was he so different from all the kids he went to school with?

Never was he fit
But always fit to be the fullest
Pain inside his eyes from all the rain that they would put him through
Sweatshirts on his body just to hide the things he wouldn't do
Did it anyways while in a daze, a phase he never knew

Never tried to cut himself
But here he thinks it's gonna help
His blade staining rubs his belt
The pain to feel invisible
And fade away is critical
He layin' prayin' pitiful
And tired livin' miserable

He thinks it's time to end his life
Then maybe they'll remember him
And maybe then he'll gain a friend
The pain is laying stricken in his body as he writes a note
Fuck all of the people that ever played him like a xylophone
Then he let the devil tip the chair as he tried to go

(Girl, how'll I love you?
I can't love myself
Each day I wake
I wish I'm someone else)

A couple hours later
He awake and felt he broke his back
Looked up at the ceiling
And he seeing that the rope had snapped
Saw that someone's clinching on his body
Crying tears away
It's his little brother and
In trouble in a bit of daze

See his brother big afraid
Cause he's still at a little age
But he feared that his bigger brother
Might be in a bit of trouble
Walked up to his room
A sense of gloom began to rush his body
Opened up the door
To see his brother fighting for his life

See his brother had a change of heart
But it was way too late to start
Thinking 'bout a way to stop
His pain began to fade and block
His brother tried to snap the rope
Grasping on his back for hope
He struggled for like 30 seconds
The longest time in cursed progression

Tears fallin' from his eyes
The fear to see his brother die
Darkness quick to fill his room
Death has got a killer view
But just before he saw him laugh
The rope began to fall and snap
As death had gave him all the slack
Which caused them all to fall down back

And this will be a scar that's on a scar
And you can burn the rest
Cause not a single person should feel worthless
But the worth they rep
What goes around comes around
So you know death will circle back
What goes around comes around
So you know death will circle back

(Girl, how'll I love you?
I can't love myself
Each day I wake
I wish I'm someone else)

(Girl, how'll I love you?
I can't love myself
Each day I wake
I wish I'm someone else)