I'm innocent, but accused
My life is a soap opera
Of different characters
Each person having a different opinion
There's one that ruined me completely
That insecure, jealous psychopath that can't keep her man in tact
Assuming the career woman is suddenly interested in someone I don't even like
The facts that she now hates her life so much she wants mine she yield the hate arrow right at me
Everyone thinks I'm crazy and how can she hold together such a fake smile and nobody even notices
Indeed they're just as bitter and shallow and indeed she deserves this and yet still so unsatisfied
It wasn't her life to take anyway or to destroy
God wasn't happy, but I knew she wasn't an Empath the first day we spoke to each other
I saw her eyes and the evil, and those fake smiles and why she got on with everyone so much is because she's just like them
The way they are with her is because she's in the right place
Only the empaths don't appreciate her bitterness
One day this will turn around and she'll taste this bittery squash
I was here first I deserve some respect
They liked me once and now they think the worse of me
I see the evil in their eyes
I try to escape from throttle and from their wrath, but they're everywhere