I got lost and sold my soul
at a devilish market place
an old dusty town hole
you know it was a darkened place.
the cashier did not smile
he didn't give my change back
saying I'd be like this for awhile
and could never ever change back.
then I begged him for a second chance,
a second glance at options,
he said it's final and waved his empty hands
a life well forgotten.
so i'm stuck here doing devil chores
meeting ends while the days go
Now untill forever yours,
Me; a former angel.