People think I\'m Good,
Pure, and brave, and strong,
With a heart so full with kindness,
That could never hurt a fly.
So maybe they are right,
Maybe I do do Good,
But for now I think otherwise,
\'Cause I think my heart is black.
People think I follow the rules,
When in total reality I don\'t,
They all think I\'m as great as a princess,
Yet I could fit for a criminal.
So maybe I\'m a bit of both,
Both Good and with Evil,
Yet somehow I know that deep, deep down,
My heart truly is Evil.