Thats what you are most of the time
Thinking everyone's out to get you,
You're out of your mind.
But what you think, it's not true.
It never is,
You're not on their hit list.
Paranoid bitch, don't you fit that name?
As you walk with shifty eyes, looking for something, someone to blame.
You're a wreck, you know?
You loved the people who shot arrows behind your back.
My, how you've fallen so low.
Where is the strength you boast? The invincibility? You clearly lack.
Was it, perhaps, just an act?
Because it feels like one big joke!
If it was, it wasn't the hardest case to crack.
Me, Them, All these folk,
Can read you, like you're a book.
Are you shook?
You think you're so deep
Strutting around like a black sheep.
But look! Where and what you are!
Another tragedy! A dying star!
I tried to help you, oh did I try
And you? You slapped my hand away, you just had to defy.
I hope you're content digging your own grave.
You, never again will I try to save.
So please do smile, my dearest black sheep.
Because as you sow, so shall you reap.
