No Really -It's The Devil

Demons, demons, demons—
That’s what they all say
When I tell them I’m breaking.
They don’t hear what it means—
Silence screaming in my veins.
They call it anger, call it stress,
They don’t see the hidden mess,
These scars that aren’t on my skin.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Take a breath,” they tell me—
Like air can save me.
Their words just sharpen the ache,
Twist the knife I can’t take.
I’m not fighting demons,
I’m fighting the devil himself.

[Chorus]
The devil’s pulling strings on my plastic smile,
Teaching me to laugh and lie for a while.
But behind closed doors,
I’m shaking and torn,
Wondering if the blade will silence the storm.

[Verse 2]
No really—it’s the devil,
Whispering lullabies of lies.
No really—it’s the devil,
Saying no one will cry if I die.
No really—it’s the devil,
Doubting every friend, every laugh.
He’s there in the dark,
Telling me “Just let go at last.”

[Bridge]
I’m fighting for breath,
Praying I’m strong enough.
But one cold look,
One careless word,
And I’m back on the edge.
He’s waiting to pull me under.

[Chorus]
The devil’s pulling strings on my hollow grin,
Teaching me the art of hiding within.
But alone in my bed,
The thoughts turn red,
Wondering if tomorrow will see me dead.

[Verse 3]
No really—it’s the devil,
Making me practice goodbye.
No really—it’s the devil,
Hissing “Don’t even try.”
No really—it’s the devil,
Turning hope into rust.
Saying no one will notice
If I turn into dust.

[Bridge 2]
They don’t see the war that’s burning inside.
They don’t hear the silence screaming at night.
I’m clawing the walls in my head,
Praying someone sees before I’m dead.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
The devil’s pulling strings on my puppet soul,
He knows how to keep me under control.
But behind it all,
I’m brittle and small,
Wondering if living is worth it at all.

No really—it’s the devil.
No really—it’s the devil.
No really—it’s the devil I’m fighting.

Moody dark-pop, breathy emotional vocals, heavy bass, cinematic tension, confident yet intimate energy, female