You can be surprised on how a bad guy like myself appears so kind, By only being polite, I reflect on what other foolish creatures like.
Remember now I'm the bad guy. But only one called me a hero and to her I believe I'm her hero to be, Now she is the only one that can hurt me, by me hurting her.... It's killing me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem