She sits alone again and tries her best not to pretend
that all she used to live
for was the love that wasn’t there
And every time she needs to do the things
that she believes will fill the void inside of her
cuz he was never there
And she says,
‘I swear I’m not the devil
though you think I am.
I swear I’m not the devil.’
And she says,
‘I swear I’m not the devil
Though you think I am.
I swear I’m not the devil.’
He tries to sleep again and wonders
when the pain will end the cuts they may run deeper
than his cracking outer shell
He looks with tired eyes at all the people hypnotized
and wonders what can save him
from a self-created hell
And he says,
‘I swear I’m not the devil
though you think I am.
I swear I’m not the devil.’
And he says,
‘I swear I’m not the devil
Though you think I am.
I swear I’m not the devil.’
I always fail to see the little things in front of me
the things that mean so much to you,
a way to let you know
That I appreciate the way you always tolerate
but sometimes when I medicate frustration in you
shows me how you feel
But I swear I’m not the devil
Though you think I am
I swear I’m not the devil
And I scream
I swear I’m not the devil
Though you think I am
I swear I’m not the devil