Sympathy For the Devil

I've no sympathy for the devil though once an angel too oh the heartache that he caused me the misery I went through the pain of separation thought each time was the last but like the celestial boomerang he just kept coming back I turned and strolled away from him I tried to turn him off I'd start feeling loneliness and head back to the trough filling my head with nonsense sometimes it did rhyme reading myself into it each and every time no, sympathy I won't give you morality was my fate it's not that I don't like you or border as far as hate it's just that in the morning that mirror where I look is tired of knowing sadness from that rhyming re-read book