Satan Doesn't Touch Me

We fake it every day
it hurts us anyway

That reoccurring pain
that will not go away

The bullet to the brain,
the stupid things we say

The blade against our throat
the frigid drowning bay

To anything that hurts us,
and gets in our way

We'll smile,
and turn,
whisper,
and say

Satan doesn't touch me,
no way, no way.