Bad Man Unwoman

I am not a bad man
Wouldn't you love to learn how to love me?
You are all I dream of
Angelic sweetness, faith and mercy
I am not a bad man
Compared to injustice you've survived
I tell you you're my equal
Rare and unearthly, pure light

I know they taught you to be a good woman
To stomach the worst of men like me
Tend to my wounds as if you could heal them
Let me prey on your sympathy

I am not a bad man
You've always admired the anti-hero
Brooding and misunderstood
Because his mind is superior

Ignore the screaming my wife in the attic
I just pretend she does not exist
And I insist that you are not like the others
You will always be innocent
When the house burns down and she's dead you'll come back
You'll love me despite my deformity
And maybe once I'm blind I'll see how I've erred and
I will learn some humility