Physically Weak, Emotionally Strong.

She Devil.

I pity you and your hunger,
The way you seek affection.
You're evil and belong down under,
Least then you'll get a last mention.

You play his heart like its a game,
He doesn't deserve that, you ought to be ashamed.
But he's a dog, just like the rest,
Won't realize you're poison until he's dead,

The bloods on your hands,
You can't turn around.
I can't help but feel bad,
for the poor naive hound.

You're sick you know, twisted inside!
You'd rip anyone to shreds for your selfish pride!
You need a straight jacket or a bullet to the head,
Sick she Devils like you need to sleep on a nail bed.

You still make me sick. This is the last straw!
I hate you so much and this hatred is pure and raw.
Every evil gets revealed,
Then your fate will be sealed.