I Sold

I sold my soul, to the devil in gold.
These rhymes are now his, and that smile is making me sick.
I know what I've done, but the songs just needed sung.
I tried so long, to reach this point all on my own.

Chorus:
I've made a mistake.
I didn't know which route to take.
Stuck at these crossroads and could really use some help.
Too late, I've signed on the line, now I'm stuck in hell.

Give me more green, I'll try to change the scene.
Give you more words, go create your own verse.
This musics not mine, it's too hard to refine.
You've made it to appeal, but the emotions weren't real.

Chorus

I'll leave this phony business. Keep my music the way that it is.
Just hope that you'll forget about our little commitment.

WZ