I'm a woman with a heart,
But one day it turned not.
It is not accidental,
That my mind turned detrimental.

Little by little,
Turning grateful.
Being grateful,
In the plot of baleful.

Wickedness, evilness,
Forming in my head.
Doomy, creepy,
Smile on my lips.

Sometimes I like to do it on my own way,
Being spontaneous on my own play.
But most of the time I love the way how it is,
Stabbing someone happily on it's face.

I didn't mean to be this way,
Watching you shivering from far away.
I hope you have a spectacular day,
Because you're probably next one day.