Betty Goes To Hell


She runs her hands through her hair
Trapped in the mirror
Locked in a vacant stare
Oh, how I hate her

Flashback: we're in a dream
My childhood's haunting me
I met the devil in a small town
Ever since then he's just hung around

Now I've got demons

C'mon, let me make you a deal
I promise not to tell
Oh, you can have everything
If you just let me drag you to hell

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