Dark as the nights sky she can be
Though that's to other people, not to me.
My love is looking in her eyes
In them I of her I see a whole new side.
Some say she's a deamon
Though she still finds a way to please them.
Only I can see her pleasentness
but I know sometimes it's darkness.
I know I am part to blame
I can make her as mad as a blazing flame.
The troubled girl I make of her
still, her father made things the way they were.