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