The Devil Within

Should I sell my soul to the devil? I think I already have Every word that comes out of my mouth These past few years Has been filled with lies. Am I truly living I think not I sit back, And let time tick away on the clock. But all work and no play Makes Johnny a dull boy But who am I to define dull? Who is anyone to define dull at all? Or small, or people who are tall. We all say we are a judgement free zone But judgement plagues and aches are hearts. If we only look a little closer Past all our remarks But on the days we feel blue we act like savages Who are we to judge love? When love also judges us Love, is such a bust A sham, A myth, I wish love didn't exist! And on the days my heart feels cold and used I find that those are the days I catch myself thinking about you And all our broken hearts I shall never believe in love again Because it always falls apart