The tattoo on my arm and the voice on my shoulder

 

i planned to be a part of you and be with you forever
that little devil on your arm, that wasnt really that clever
it may have been there all those years while i got older
a devil of ink which in turn created a devil on my shoulder
talking to me every day, filling me with shame
telling me what a dick i was for putting underneath your name
people said i would regret it, having a girls name on my arm
but back then i thought i would keep you forever with my charm
but the devil on my shoulder was laughing at me each day
saying "do you really think its gonna be forever"? "ha ha ha NO WAY"
your just a little stupid boy and you might not feel it yet
but one day mark my words you tit you will be full of regret
i was wrong, he was right, i was still young and not bothered
until i met my real true love and his voice said "get it covered"
its now transformed and hid under a large black tribal sign
but the devil on my shoulder has stayed with me to try and keep me inline
repeating in my ear each day, over and over again
dont be a dickhead again and never tatoo a name