Gingerly I danced with the devil
Cautiously I gave him my heart
Defiantly I played roulette with the devil
Now he is tearing my soul apart
That’s what happens when you play with fire
That’s what happens when you’re lead by desire
This is what happens when you’re toying with lust
Soon my soul will turn to dust dust dust
Just look at me, look at me
I am just a fragment of the former me
I cannot lie, I’d rather die
But no mortal hears my desperate cries
Look at me, look at me
I am just a shell of what I used to be
Look at me, look at me
Won’t someone help?
Set me free?
This is a song I wrote tonight, I still haven’t learned how to write music yet and I do have the music in mind for this song and I think it would do brilliantly with a tango theme. I would love to become a songwriter and composer but at the moment I really can’t afford the lessons I need to learn how to read and write music effectively enough to sell.
It’s a shame really because I often get songs and music in my head, more than I do novels and poems etc.
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