| She sits alone again and tries her best not to pretend
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| That all she used to live for was a love that wasn’t there
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| And every time she needs to do the things that she believes
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| Will fill the void inside of her, 'cause he was never there
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| And she said
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| And she said
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| He tries to sleep again and wonders when the pain will end
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| The cuts they may run deeper than his cracking outer shell
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| He looks with tired eyes at all the people hypnotized
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| And wonders what can save him from his self-created hell
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| And he said
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| And she said
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| I always fantasy, the little things in front of me
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| The things that mean so much to you, a way to let you know
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| That I appreciate the way you always tolerate
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| But sometimes when I medicate, frustration in you shows me how you feel
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| But I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| And I scream
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| I swear I’m not the devil
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| Though you think I am
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| I swear I’m not the devil |