I got Wicked after you betrayed me.

I knew you were trouble but I fell in love with you anyways

just wanted to see Inside Your Heaven but you showed me hell instead

Maybe the Karma Police we'll lock you away for what you have done inside my heart

Instead of Let the Sparks Fly let the bullets fly into your soul and maybe some light will shine in and it will turn your soul white like light instead of black like tar and you'll finally know true happiness. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale