I truly thought I knew you well, my friend,
But wrong was I of your real intentions.
Everything was always lies in the end,
And not welcoming guilt or correction.
I looked into your eyes and what I saw
Was you, full of contempt and bitter hate
For those who came whenever you did call
With love in their hearts that you did create.
You have betrayed them with false illusions;
Now you'll have to pay the ultimate price
Knowing the pain caused by your delusions
Because of your own heartless, vengeful spite.
Why are you so inclined to do what's bad?
Why not value the precious life you have?