Satan's Lot
I’ve sold my soul
To Satan’s lot
What I got back?
Isn’t what I thought
I don’t make the rules
I’m not on top
Misery and anguish
Is all I’ve got
Buried too deep
In pain and strife
Enough of this heartache
For one short life
How do I get back
And break this pack
Lookin forward
But all is black
Should have read the contract
Read between the lines
Should of, could of, would of
There weren’t any signs
A life of misery
And too much pain
Nothing ahead
Nothing I’ve gained
Pray to God
On bended knees
Bring me back
Save me please
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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