I guess maybe I kind of thought, just a bit,

That this time would be different

You sold your soul but I don’t mind, it isn’t broken

It still works just fine. 

I see you're listening to “your” music

It’s not really yours, you know

You think that you’re the only one who likes it

Don’t be pretentious. 

The devil isn’t pretentious, why are you?

You are looking at me with empty eyes,

They look so sad I almost feel sorry

I almost apologized but then I remembered

Why I hated you all along.