Black lipstick and an eyeliner
In the end she is a runner
Running from home and a gunner
Accuse her to be a killer

They say she is wild and crazy
Put her life future in hazy
You don't know her and the story
Misunderstood, that is: maybe

Someone made her like that for sure
She is always looking for a cure
For her this is a nasty curse
Looking for answers in the lore

Maybe she is a mad woman
In the corner is a lone man
Hunter eye's a witch to hunt
Maybe inside a gem that burnt.