Everyone loves an enigma,
till it messes with their mind
'Cause then they don't want it anymore,
something that drives them to the edge of madness.

What if I say I am none?
that darling, all I ever wanted was to feel love?
I never was the siren that lured men to death,
all comes to me darling but who will stay?

I am utterly alone in this desolate tomb,
my heart lies in a sealed crypt,
in my dreams I am chased by ghosts,
of broken promises they made to me.

My motives are judged and weighed,
is it another plot of the mastermind?
what they don't see are the tears running down my cheeks,
does caring makes you machiavellian?

I never was an enigma but they made me one,
call me names that pierce my heart,
I never was the siren that lured men to death,
all comes to me darling but who will stay?

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