People who\'ve been hurt are dangerous,
As hell feels like their only address.
Some say I\'ve changed significantly,
But it\'s life\'s circumstances that molded me.
Why should I say sorry for who I\'ve become,
When no one ever apologized for the harm they\'ve done?
I’m now that friend you wish to see,
Craving for a hero, I made one within me.
I transformed hurt into a mighty might,
Still vulnerable, but tougher with every fight.
Divine and wicked, a duality,
Pretty but deadly, a poisoned beauty.
I\'m bitterness in the darkest tone,
And I\'m the hell, in ways of my own.
I\'ve known those wicked thoughts you\'ve had,
In your story, I\'m the villain, darling; don\'t be mad.
I\'m back to haunt, to settle the score,
You played a part in crafting the monster mask I wore.
And sparked the fire; now you\'ll feel the burn,
I\'ll make you pay for what you did; it\'s your turn.