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the devil has to get his pay

I asked you what is your name no not that one your real one their not the same I don't think you know because you think life is a game
You played it for so long and done all kinds of wrong
You've hurt so many with your lies that there is no one left not one not any
This game that you play is real we call it life and to most of us it is a big deal
You have told so many difference lies through so many doors that you don't even know what's real and a fake anymore
You don't want to say anything now don't be shy because life is not a game people die
You don't care who you harm or whose heart you need to break The only thing that matters to you is you and everyone else can just burn at the stake
I feel sorry for you and I really really truly do
To go through life without a heart without caring without loving taking everything apart
Always trying to find you next mark always lurking in the shadows never showing your face only coming out when it’s Dark
Remember what I say there will be a time when you will have no 1 that wants to play
Your friends and family have gone away
You grab your phone and start dialing numbers no one wants to talk you have no money no place to stay so you end up sitting on the sidewalk
They do say that the devil has to get his pay
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