I can lead a horse to water,
But I can't make it drink.
Keep believing the lies,
They'll catch up before you blink.
There is nothing remotely Angelic,
About that manipulative bitch.
The pretty Demon Girl,
Pitch black Witch.
She has the eyes of Medusa,
Turning men into stone.
She twists and snaps their minds,
And then leaves them in the dark, alone.
You need to see the lies,
And see how much she plays,
Pushing you to tears,
That you cry silently, in pain.
I tried to warn you many times,
You chose not to believe,
That I was trying to save you,
And she is the one who decieves.