You shy away every time I try to hold your hand,

Making excuses, hoping I’ll understand.

I saw right through them, but I told myself,

I shouldn’t make a fuss, I should be grateful, oh well.

But deep down I knew what you were thinking,

Some would call me a fool for believing,

Others would say I should just be glad,

But I was conflicted, feeling so bad.

So when you said, "Let’s end it,"

It shattered my world, it left me split.

But the worst part was what I saw next,

You holding their hand, like it was the best.

Right there, out in the open, you didn’t hide,

You held them close, kept them by your side.

My thoughts swirled, memories raced,

Trying to figure out what I’d misplaced.

Why them and not me?

Did I say something wrong? Did I disagree?

I must have done something, I must have been blind,

But now I see the truth, it’s clear in my mind.

It’s because of what I am, isn’t it?

You said you didn’t care, but now I admit,

The signs were there, from the very start,

I just didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to part.

I turned away from myself to keep you near,

Did everything I could to hold you here.

But I can’t change the blood that runs through me,

So in your eyes, I’ll always be a filthy demon.

You’ll always see me as a filthy demon,

No matter how hard I tried to keep believing,

That love could change the things you’d say,

But in your eyes, I’ll never be okay.

A filthy demon. A filthy demon.