Doubt is the devil on my shoulder
Whisperin’ in my ear
Doubt is the devil on my shoulder
Never letting me think clear
Pullin at my hair
Whisperin my ear
Her forked little tongue
Sayin that I’m wrong
I find that as I get older
She’s still sittin here
Even as I get bolder
She can still bring tears
And as I get older
This sick little devil
Only seems to grow
And as I get wiser
She’s no compromiser
She twists my thoughts again
Please little devil move over
Let me make decisions without fear
I never wanted this disorder
Whisperin in my ear
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Some lyrics in progress.
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1 comment:
Very good.
I'm interested in hearing the finished project if it is still a work in progress.
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