Look At You Lucifer.
Look at you, you’re pitiful.
Always jotting down words you hide behind coming off so meaningful only to make sure they don’t know you’ve completely lost control.
Look at you with your shattered halo, that’s what you get, you are no longer an angel.
Look at you, with your horns coming in so viciously. This is your place, you devil.
You’re a fraud, telling people to be happy and optimistic, yet you lurk in that same darkness continuing to be stay pessimistic.
Look at you always wishing; Look at you always scheming.
You better start doing more little Lucifer, her gaze is headed elsewhere upon someone much more preferred to have forever.
Look at you, you’re pathetic.
Oh, you don’t agree? Well then prove it.
If you really want to kill yourself just remember that your story is not one people will tell.
Look at you, you aren’t being yourself.
You cut all your friends out before you even asked them for help on all these feelings you have felt.
You cut your girl out because confronting her with the fact that you want to kill yourself is just too hard to tell, it would just lead you to yell.
That angel never deserves to get yelled at, this I know but my emotions get the best of me and I do exactly that.
What kind of man is that?
Look at you Lucifer, self-destructing again trying to find a way to get better.
Look at you Lucifer, now tell me, do you like who you see in the mirror?