I am the Villain

Those foolish fairytales
Have silenced me!
They know nothing
Of who I can be...

Who am I?
I'm the villain to you.
And I've come for revenge, 
Your hero's payment is due.

You see I'm not nice, 
No, I'm quite sick. 
I'm the bad guy
Who made your fear drip...

It's easy to say for me, 
I have no shame. 
I'm in it for the glory.
I'm in it for the fame. 

There's days when I think to give in, 
Though it's hard to be a saint
When you're full of sin.

Lately I've been thinking, 
How could doing wrong
Just feel so right? 

But there's no coming around, 
And why would I think to go back
When it feels so good to be bad?

Let's face it here and now, 
Everybody wants to be like me!
The villain is the one 
that you came to see. 

I'm sick of all those princes 
Saving the day!
After all, the wicked always wins
when the hero's away...

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