Evil

No one will know how evil I really am
 No one will know how evil I really am
 Cause I like to wear disguises
 And I like to disguise my plans
 No one will know how evil I really am
 And no one will know truly how I feel
 And no one will know how I truly feel
 Cause I can no longer differentiate
 Between what is fake and what is real
 I don't know how I feel
 I was born in a hospital
 My first two days were spent in the care of nuns
 But my mother found it in her
 To go ahead and take me back
 And I love her
 And I will always appreciate bad days like this
 Because they grant me a point of reference in regards to my happiness
 And although I feel cold and empty one day
 I hope I can feel warm and full
 Stand with honor, and comfort, and dignity