No Bold Villain - Timber Timbre

You’re no bold villain, you’re bought and sold

To have a soulmate, you need a soul

Not born of men but some bog-mother moon

One of us is not normal and it might not be you

I was a spook for you, another ghoul

I was a fool for you, another stool pigeon

I was the kid, see, she was the clown

And you took north when things went south

But…