Didn't they see what they've done to me ?
Was it all their plan from the begining ?
They think they've put me down.
But though I may look like the innocent flower,
The serpent as taken control of my soul.
I may not be the one holding the knife,
But my hands will be bloody as well.
Because a woman's power is often the strongest,
As it comes not from the arms but from the mind,
As such as she becomes lethal for those,
Who too close get.
But sometimes, the poison inside her veins,
Can turn against her, and make her drown in her own mind.
