being to hell and back so many times
not even Satan wants me anymore
being there so many times and realize that
hell hounds are a man's best friend
they just let me go through each time
not even asking why anymore
they ve learned me so good
they don't even see my face to recognize
my scars are all the need
one scar more specific though
one scar that they can't find on anyone else
left arm ,your name
slowly my left arm starts becoming yours
day by day the wound will heal
but the scar will always remain
in my left arm
to give me the pass i need
to go to hell
and come back when you call me out
cause till that happens
the best place to be is hell
without you doesn't really matter anymore
hell earth they both feel the same
just places of pain
to remind me what i ve
put you through and now
i paying it ,
welcome to hell's gates
you ll find me waiting just behind the door
waiting for you to come and
as we leave lock the doors and never
coming back
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