I'm making an example out of you
Though you may not see it yet
My own inflicted wounds paint your reputation black
But you wouldn't know; you're too good to notice
You don't know what they say about you
Manipulator
Tease
Player
But I know
I started them all
Without a single word, my dear
I use my misery to convey the single belief that all others like you
Must be brought to justice
For the good of men like me