Though as innocent as she looks,
                An evil deception she cooks.
Plotted events,
                she disguised as Destiny
Flaunts her perfect body,
                But behind the curtains counts every calorie
A hint of arrogance,
                while saying "I'm just ordinary"
Compliments given
                As a product of her calculating eyes
Thus your ego being fed with her lies

Her hidden smirk,
                 Behind her pretentious worries
Those men, they fell, to her made up stories...

People call this place hell
But if it is
Everything I do I do well
Cause baby I was hades
Powerful enough to quell
All kinds of men and ladies
Like a God of the underworld
For I roamed this places
Like an innocent young girl
I had many faces

Walk away.

Worse than two-faced.
I'm *too-many-to-count-faced.

"Twenty-eight seconds"
he said.

No one warned you about me
You only know who I used to be

Here I hold your beatings
discussing utter indisgraces.
But it isn't quite the same
as bruising up your faces.