The Devil Wears Prada Share “Sacrifice”
I let it in as if I had a choice.
I let it in as if I had a choice.
Every day is an anesthetic; dying young just to grow old in this terminal.
I called your name but you were never there.
And now the wolves that you have cried will eat you alive.
A flawless excuse to never analyze the form of abuse.
Game over, you die.
Beyond the barricade, rip the curtain away, and you’ll see the mess I’ve made.
A face behind a face behind a face.
I can’t deny that this is death inside of me.