What are you? Are you good or are you evil?
Do you crave for lust? Do you play games with demons?
Or are you an angel that saves the lives of other people?

I don't know what to think of you
Every story you say builds and destroys your image
The thought of me giving false judgment chills me to the core

Friend or lover, punisher or savior
Will you be the one to finally understand?
Or will you, like everyone else, leave when given the chance

I'd hate to speculate this early
There's so much to see and learn from you
I'm going to leave everything here for now
So that you can surprise me when you do