I am the reason for all of this.
I manage to make you like me,
REALLY LIKE ME!
And then screw it up,
Make it all go away,
Make it not work anymore.
"Well... you see... there's someone else."
Yeah.
I'm more of a bitch than I thought.
And why can't I get over him?
Why is he always there,
Not quite haunting,
But invading my every thought,
My every day,
My soul.

I am Satan.
That's all there is to it.
Why else would everyone fall for me?
And then get hurt by me?
Exactly.
It's because I'm Satan.
But I'm that Satan that...
You can't stop thinking about,
That Satan that can't stop thinking.

I can't stop hurting.
You.
Me.
Them.
I can't stop.