Shoulder
I have a demon up on my shoulder,
And as I get older,
My dreams get darker.
I used to have a saint on my shoulder,
He said he was sorry,
He has the way but my head is stubborn.
Want to sell my soul,
But it ain't worth *****to no one.
Copyright © Timmy Mahfood | Year Posted 2012
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