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.
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