some people say I'm the bitch
they almost killed me for being a witch
I warned them to see
but they fall in love with thee
their hearts were conquered and lost
do you know what pain your words have caust
some people are too blind
to see what hides behind
I'm not one, I'm not two
there are three of me for you
and if you can not handle them all
You'd better pack your bags before you fall
It's like the 4 of July
I just can not figure out why
You left me in this cold
but you know, I have enough to hold
But hey, it's still your fault!
I'd prayed if I knew it ment something
I'd waited if I knew it wouldn't be a mess
I'd got lost if I knew you were my sin
I'd came back if I knew it isn't true what he says...