Devils inside

I wish I could read your thoughts

I wish I could show my feelings

you weren't frank with me a lot

I wasn' t a model for dreaming

I'm not drama-queen anymore

you aren't a nowadays' hero 

you used to knock at my door

but love that person in mirror

they told me that love is blind

they told you had nothing inside

but I was in love with your mind

it is hard to accept they were right.

I still look for your face in a crowd

and wearing the highest heels

I wonder if you feel sorry about

my heart that is made from steel

I doubt would change with ages

I doubt we still are the same 

at last we've turned common pages

and now don't have common aim.

I won't need to be so dramatic despite

Just had to feed devils of mine inside.