My words confuse you
My eyes don't move a blink
I've seen you many times. I've watched you. I've listened to you asking me if I have found your brother. And each time, I must respond in the same way, saying that I have not, all the while hiding the truth.
Cause it's easier sometimes Not to be sincere
People have seen this exchange before. And every time, there is a look in their eyes, as if trying to tell me that I'm doing more harm than good.
Somehow, I make you believe Believe
This only makes it harder for me to tell you this every time. Not because I find any need to listen to them, but because they're repeating something that I tell myself every time. Then, I always ask myself.
When I speak, I cross my fingers Will you know you've been deceived?
Why do I do it?
I find the need to be a demon A demon cannot be hurt
I could find a way to let you know without outright telling you. The many close calls that Botan has had and I've stopped. I could have let her tell you.
Honest is easy Fiction's where genius lied
Then you would know, and I wouldn't have broken my promise.
Cause it's easier sometimes Not to be involved
I didn't let you find out, though. Why?
Somehow, I make you believe Believe
Because I am afraid. Afraid of letting you find out that your brother is a heartless murderer. A killer. For I may be your brother, but I am not the brother who you are searching for.
When I speak, I cross my fingers Will you know you've been deceived?
It's better this way. This way, you can picture your brother as someone who is deserving of it. Not me.
I find the need to be a demon A demon cannot be hurt
I've seen you many times. I've watched you. I've listened to you asking me if I have found your brother. And each time, I must respond in the same way, saying that I have not, all the while hiding the truth.
Cause it's easier sometimes Not to be sincere
People have seen this exchange before. And every time, there is a look in their eyes, as if trying to tell me that I'm doing more harm than good.
Somehow, I make you believe Believe
This only makes it harder for me to tell you this every time. Not because I find any need to listen to them, but because they're repeating something that I tell myself every time. Then, I always ask myself.
When I speak, I cross my fingers Will you know you've been deceived?
Why do I do it?
I find the need to be a demon A demon cannot be hurt
I could find a way to let you know without outright telling you. The many close calls that Botan has had and I've stopped. I could have let her tell you.
Honest is easy Fiction's where genius lied
Then you would know, and I wouldn't have broken my promise.
Cause it's easier sometimes Not to be involved
I didn't let you find out, though. Why?
Somehow, I make you believe Believe
Because I am afraid. Afraid of letting you find out that your brother is a heartless murderer. A killer. For I may be your brother, but I am not the brother who you are searching for.
When I speak, I cross my fingers Will you know you've been deceived?
It's better this way. This way, you can picture your brother as someone who is deserving of it. Not me.
I find the need to be a demon A demon cannot be hurt