Me and the Devil, mere strangers at most,
to hate and regret, we make them a toast,
at parties of grief, events in my head,
when life is too much and guilt leaves me dead.

Sarah, you come here and tear me apart,
with teeth and your claws, oh small is your heart,
made just for yourself, locked from my reach,
deaf are your ears on what mom couldn't teach.

You come to my party and drink all the wine,
uninvited and taking what all should be mine,
you dwell in the shadows, waiting to leave,
telling me things I fail to believe.

Eva, your mind is so weak yet tounge all but quiet,
you sit on your lies, always defient,
but that's who you are, demanding my look,
but nothing to show me, just all things you took.

You enter by force and flirt with the Devil,
laughing you say: "Get on my level,"
but drink after drink, you keep asking for more,
and when it all ends, you're passed out on the floor.

Anya, my friend, I speak of you with pride,
but, oh, you live in your head, you're dead on inside,
from all of your sorrow that'll eat you alive,
but still on your feet, determined to survive.

You spend half the party in front of the sink,
you clean up our glasses after we drink,
well, someone has to, since others will not,
so you do it, Anya, since others cannot.

Alieve, oh, Alieve, how breathless you leave me,
my love, you're beautiful, believe me,
don't hate, don't starve, don't wish to die,
if I say I don't love you, please know that I lie.

You never leave and I don't remember you coming,
you sit in the croner, looking so stunning,
but you stare at the air, thinking of dying,
faking your laughter, but I know you're lying.

My party is full of deceivers and liars,
drinking and laughing, fullfiling desires,
reeling from heartbreaks, we cheat on our partners,
but gambling our souls is always for starters.

But now we drink to those who've passed,
we drink to all the broken and harassed,
all of us here, we spoil the surprise,
yet nothing will change in this city of lies.

Sarah will argue, then take and deceive,
I'll say: "You're pretty," Alieve won't believe,
Eva, you'll will laugh, downing your drink,
and Anya will wash it, hands in the sink.

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Hej, zdele sm bla nekaj časa neaktivna, ampak no, se vsakemu zgodi :) Sem pa napisala tole pesem, in če rabi kdo background: je v bistvu kako je punca zalostna, da so usi njeni prijatelji toxic in da je vedno left out, ko je z njimi. In to je nekak njeno razmišljanje o njih in kaj jim hoče povedat, ampak pac ne bo. (ja punca sm js :anguished::cold_sweat: (*insert the O mAaaai gAaAaAawwd sound effect*).
No, upam, da vm je ušeč!