How tired she was of the same old thing.
Where could she find excitement now?
She wanted what would make her heart sing.
Something to cause her heart to pound.
The everyday was boring and bleak.
Her heart hungered for a hero.
How long must she tolerate the weak?
She wanted strength without fear though.
She deeply detests all innocence.
Let the body be corrupted.
What she wants is what makes no sense.
She liked the peace interrupted.
No more living life being controlled.
There is freedom in being bad.
A fellow that desired her like gold.
He loved her best when he was mad.
Letting herself be consumed by lust.
Feeling overwhelmed by passion.
She never thought that it would go bust.
Letting the fire breed destruction.
