Just the Villain


Villain

I tried to say hi to a girl yesterday
Can you tell me why she was so afraid?
I know I’m fine—not disfigured or two-faced
I promise you guys that I’m perfectly sane.
My teachers don’t seem to think I’m all there
They tell me that what I write actually makes them scared
Maybe it’s because when they asked me where
Their heirloom glass jar was, I said I threw it down the stairs

Why is it that nothing I say
Ever seems to come out the right way?
Why am I always aiming to please
If you’re always controlling who I’m supposed to be?
Why do I never keep my head down
If people just don’t want me around?
I swear, this new act of mine’ll make a killin’
If you want it like this, I’ll play the villain.


I set your house on fire last night—
Oops! Mistake’s all mine.
Didn’t mean for that match to light—
Or maybe I did? I can make it look like an accident just fine.
Sorry! Didn’t mean to steal your man
Then use him for my own plans
Oh, do you need an extra hand?
Have his! I put them in this can

Why is it that nobody really knows
When I tell them it’s hard to fit their mold?
Why is it that you run away
When I ask you to come out to play? 
I swear, people these days are so damn dense
That my pleasure’s a sin under their lens
Turn up the lights—this act’ll make a killin’—
If you want it like this, I’ll play the villain.

I’m just a bad guy, a sinner in the streets
I don’t have a suit, but you still run away when you see me
I don’t have some form of sad backstory
I just want to live the way I want, and just be me!

So fine! I know why people run away
They’re scared of someone who thinks a different way;
So fine! Go ahead and burn the town to sand
It’s more fun anyway than whatever you had planned;
If you want to sketch me in a color that’s not mine
You never asked for my consent, but sure, that’s fine—
The stagelight’s on, and I’m on whether or not I’m willin’—
Because in your eyes, I’ll be playing the villain.

Silent Wolf

MA

19 years old

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