Oh yes, I take pleasure in inflicting pain,
Where before I only looked at you with disdain.
Maybe cos vengeance is tasting sweet
And eating it cold, it's what I need.
Sometimes I wonder where love has gone
It seems my heart is made of stone
Yet from the rock, blood oozes out
And breaking the silence, I start to shout.
I've been too good, I've been too fair
Was putty in your hands, lost in despair.
But now I've learnt, at own expense
I'll be a bitch and take revenge.
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