A lil' birdie appraised me,
No friend thou art to me.
Treachery nurtures within thee,
And foolish was I to trust thee.
No good will or amity,
But only ill-omen and animosity,
Is what thy heart harbors for me.
It's a sweet, sweet revenge,
I seek from thee.
Drop thy sweet, sweet façade,
And be bold with me.
Shan't I bear,
Any longer thy two-facedness,
No longer would thee be treated with gentleness.
A war waits,
So does an opportunity to slay thee,
And watch thee hunch beneath me.
No pleadings or bleedings of thine,
Shall change this decision of mine,
As I raise my sword high.
Thy existence ceased.
Then the birdie returned.
Quoth, "Her father compelled."
It was a sweet, sweet revenge,
I foolishly sought from thee.
I miss thy sweet, sweet face,
Please forgive me?