Wicked tricks,
And cold glares,
They complete the look,
Of a too good to be true,
Witch,
No,
Not a witch,
Riding on a broom,
The witch here,
The witch is you,
Rumors,
They float in the air,
And you spread them,
With out a care,
True,
Witches do exist,
The witch is here
The witch is you .
Who are you,
Your wicked,
In every sense
of the word,
Your wicked,
The witch does exist,
The witch is here,
The witch is
**You
This is one of the first things I ever wrote, so it is alittle young, bear with me here.