You play charades,
So no one sees, who you really are.
The boy, who\'s heart had been destroyed,
By a demon, hiding in the flesh of a girl.
You love, to your heart\'s content,
But keep it hidden deep within,
As if, you\'re hoarding a lost treasure.
You pretend to be a demon,
When you\'re an angel in the flesh.
No matter the act, or the lies.
I can see right through.
I see your reasons,
Behind pained eyes,
Every act of treason,
Brought from her.
You play charades,
But you\'re no good.
I still see the angel,
Dancing behind masked forces.
You, are but, a lost treasure.