you knew
the colour of my soul,
but it's not as white
as you might think...
It's really black as pitch
dripping red.
You might have thought
you knew
what was running through my head
But it's not as nice as you think...
It's full of anger and resentment
and self-consuming evils.
You might have thought
you knew
how I really acted
But I'm not as nice as you might think...
I'm really an a*****e,
with a degree in sarcasm
And a fascination with Fire and Blades.
And yet
You're still here...
And now
You're still here...
And I'm glad.
