Fights.
I always cause a fight.
Somehow.
I'm a demon,
I'm a demon.
Huh?
Religions probably hate me,
As I've bashed them numerous times.
I made a fight,
With an internet friend.
So now who's left to care?
Him, possibly.
But I'm not worth the heart.
So what's the point?
I don't know.
I want to tumble,
Fall away.
I think everybody hates me.