I'm a bastard, a mean bastard.
I don't deserve your kindness, but I'll take it anyway.
I'll have you plastered on my words, or maybe it's me whose plastered.
I'll regret and hate myself, but I find betray child's play.
I'm getting used to my hypocrite way of being dastard.
My play of trickery always begins with a smile well played.
I'm a rascal whose masterd a mask so beplastered.
I've strayed far away from my own heart and this cruel act seems
to be a blade to my heart, but I'm so afraid.
I don't have the to right say that though, oh i've made myself into such a sweet disaster.
The shade from my tortured mind blocks your sunshine, and though
I act like this I hope you would stay and not be swayed.
Though I also prayed you'de go faraway from me and forget these cruel memories of me faster.
So before you're portrayed to be a bastard because of me, go and fade.