∾Dyed∾

The soul becomes dyed with its
Thoughts
If that's true
Then mine are full of you.

Your scent that smells so sweet
A perfect smile that'd never cheat
Pretty face and perfect hair
You always, always care
Very understanding
Never ever demanding
Happy and full of cheer
An angel really, ever near.

We played a game called love
No evil crow but a lovely dove
I stole your heart, you stole mine
Hand in hand we took our time
A perfect story, a beautiful rhyme.

A gruesome story, a perfect crime
Is what really hid between the lines
I fell for your disguise
Believe all of your lies
I never stole your heart
You had me going from the start
Didn't see the evil demon underneath
Waiting for me to meet.

My soul has been dyed and stained
Your the color I'm bleeding pained.