Not a single day lived
Without wishing I was different.
The things I hate to do are the things
I easily find myself doing
And The things I love to do
are the things I barely do.
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

I am one person in my imagination
But in reality I am another.
The more I try to break thy shackles
That have held me captive and set myself free,
the more I get myself more entangled in thy web.
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

When will thy days over like the days of Noah
So that I can be set free of thy bondage?
When will the discourse of my own life
Be determined by my own self
So that I can walk in the lane of my interest?
When will thee cease clouding my life with thy enigma so I can be free like a bird in the sky?
This devil in me, O this devil in me.

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