Play The Devil Well

There you are struggling with a present depression

The air seems so thin, and you hold no emotional expression

So you come to me now, in your current demise

And plead me to come back into your life

Though you've abandon me, hurted me, and tore my heart to shreds

You still hope there's that love for you, which I've now come to dread

Will I be the better person, and show you some pity

But does a good man give to a murderer any mercy

Or will I show you my rage, be roused up by my anger

But do I really want to dweel in that past much longer

I've come to a conclusion; I won't say a single word

And let you continue to plea, for all that it's worth

And then you'll tell me that if you would've known sooner

That I was your true love, your angel, your savior

But if you consider me a saint, I shall play the devil well

Just to give you a glimpse of how you brought me through hell