Could you be another villain?
Like all the ones before.
'Twas not the initial presentation,
But now I see much more.

The way you always say so little,
About what's going on with you.
Then something strange will slip right out,
And you say, "I thought you knew."

And all of the cell text messages,
That you get throughout the day,
And you turn your phone right over,
So I can't see what they say.

How you never make a comment,
About the nice things that I do.
And you seem to want to hide me,
From your publics' view.

Just what secrets are you keeping?
Something just doesn't feel quite right.
And it's always in the back of mind.
Arms of a villain are holding me tight.