Till the devil gets bored

I carry a tray loaded with guilt
It’s hard to balance so i’m always scared
It Bends my reason
Becomes a prison
And its all because I can't face my own
Complicity with those hands
Complicity with those hands
And how I still want to be around her
A sense of disaster
A Longing for drama
Those hands
And how I still want to be
Just like her