I was born in hell Was raised in heaven Grew my wings and horns When I turned eleven Something is wrong with me I just cannot feel it Everytime I earn my pride I just rip and peel it This is because... My father was the evil My mother was a saint Everyonce comes up to me and then they just pry and faint These are the problems of an angel-devil child These are the problems of an angel-devil child I was born in hell Was raised in heaven Grew my wings and horns When I turned eleven Something is wrong with me I just cannot feel it Everytime I earn my pride I just rip and peel it This is because... My father was the evil My mother was a saint Everyonce comes up to me and then they just pry and faint These are the problems of an angel-devil child These are the problems of an angel-devil child