Ubisian

I sold my soul, but not to the Devil I sold my soul to a teenage girl and all that she asked in return for my spirit Was that I fall in love with her I told her that without my spirit I did not think I would be capable of love She cut my name in to her arm I think that she has suffered enough I held her closely in my arms Until our hearts did beat as one She fell asleep unaware That the next morning I would be gone From a girl to a woman to an angel She shall live, she shall love, she shall grow Fate suggested I leave her To eternally mingle our souls But there will be no trace of my existence I simply will have never been T