Some people melt your heart,othier your head 

Some poor devils will rob your wallet,others your heart 

Othier devils will drink your wine,then take your piece of mind 

But your my little darling you take souls mine being one 

You hold it for ransom and then some 

You take my intelligence ,common sense 

Even my power to see threw your wrecked ways 

If theirs a devil that ties me to the past its you 

I think you should be charged with a crime 

You broke into my mind