In a world adorned with captivating grace, Chad prowls the streets, a charming fiend, a smile masking the darkness on his face. Toying with hearts, an art he's keen, his sadistic pleasure he can't replace.
A Casanova of charm, he casts his spell, Stacys swoon, falling into his snare, but it's not love or passion he wants to quell; it's the torment of incels, his twisted affair.
In this eternal game of hearts he plays, like a puppet master pulling strings, he thrives on their pain, in a cruel malaise, crushing their spirits, he feels the sting.
Oh, Chad, the heartthrob, a mask he wears, his laughter echoing like a haunting tune, but deep inside, a void he bares, and his happiness, a facade, a heartless rune.
His conquests flaunted in public glare, he taunts and mocks, reveling in their despair, for in their envy, he finds a morbid fare, a sadistic pleasure beyond compare.
But behind the facade, a hollow soul, yearning for something he cannot embrace, love's true joy, he'll never know, for his heart is a barren, desolate space.
Oh, Chad, the heartthrob, forever seeking pain, never knowing love's tender touch, his path of darkness, a life in vain, leaving a trail of hearts crushed.
In this tale of tragedy and woe, the heartthrob's fate is sealed, his charm a masquerade that's left him cold, in his cruel game, no love revealed.
So, Chad, the heartthrob, a psychopath's name, his laughter echoes through the night, but in his wake, hearts bear the shame, and love's absence casts a blight.
In a world adorned with captivating grace, the legend of Chad unfolds, but beneath the charm, a sinister embrace, a heartless soul he forever holds.
A Casanova of charm, he casts his spell, Stacys swoon, falling into his snare, but it's not love or passion he wants to quell; it's the torment of incels, his twisted affair.
In this eternal game of hearts he plays, like a puppet master pulling strings, he thrives on their pain, in a cruel malaise, crushing their spirits, he feels the sting.
Oh, Chad, the heartthrob, a mask he wears, his laughter echoing like a haunting tune, but deep inside, a void he bares, and his happiness, a facade, a heartless rune.
His conquests flaunted in public glare, he taunts and mocks, reveling in their despair, for in their envy, he finds a morbid fare, a sadistic pleasure beyond compare.
But behind the facade, a hollow soul, yearning for something he cannot embrace, love's true joy, he'll never know, for his heart is a barren, desolate space.
Oh, Chad, the heartthrob, forever seeking pain, never knowing love's tender touch, his path of darkness, a life in vain, leaving a trail of hearts crushed.
In this tale of tragedy and woe, the heartthrob's fate is sealed, his charm a masquerade that's left him cold, in his cruel game, no love revealed.
So, Chad, the heartthrob, a psychopath's name, his laughter echoes through the night, but in his wake, hearts bear the shame, and love's absence casts a blight.
In a world adorned with captivating grace, the legend of Chad unfolds, but beneath the charm, a sinister embrace, a heartless soul he forever holds.
