Sometimes things are not as they seem,
Look so good, sweet as a dream.
Til truth comes out and shows itself;
Sits right there upon the shelf.
She was loving she was kind.
She was completely out of her mind.
Consumed with jealousy and hate.
Come little children and you shall see;
How awful a fake parent can be.
For when you take another’s child
Make them weird, make them wild.
For these transgressions, you shall pay
When they grow up to hate you one day.
For children grow up and see the truth;
they can’t go back and fix and soothe.
Their past is gone it will never come again.
They will see you never were their friend.
Used as weapons and tools;
Made into little fools.
They grow up to rip apart;
That fake, black, cold unfeeling heart.