I've always liked to play with fire,
I warned you that this day would come,
It's not my fault that all my words were forgotten,
And buried under your selfish desire...

Not all nightmares go away,
Yes, some will haunt you 'til the day you die,
I'm gonna make you regret every breath,
You take for every lie you say!

Now you've been caught,
And I really love the way you look,
So, you can call me a demon all you want,
But I only preach what I've been taught!

Not all nightmares disappear with the sun,
Some stick around and follow at your heels,
I'll make you regret the day that you met me,
And pray to God you know how to run!

It's not in the words that we say,
It's the vow in the promises that I've made,
You should've listened to me,
Maybe then you wouldn't have Hell to pay...
© Britt Clark