Friends, friends, friends.
I don’t know what this means,
I never got one.

They come to me to get benefit out
Of me,
To gain popularity,
To manipulate
Me.

Fake friends?
Oh I have a bunch of them!
From the day of my creation,
To the day I stand here,
I know them better than anybody.

They approach me,
They control me.
But they don’t know who I am behind the mask.
They play with me and I play along with them.

I have a more vicious mind than them,
More wicked smile than them,
More cruel heart than them.

If I wished,
I could have done
The same thing they did to me,
Could have manipulated them,
Could have taken force on them.

But I refused to let my wicked side on Display.
Displaying simply the foolish side of
Me.
Cause I don’t want to be a demon for Others.