The tension's growing
My throat's aching
My vision's blurring
What's happening ?

Do i care ?
God knows
Is it fair ?
Just as for the bunny gets bloody for the hunter on the white snow

I fell for him first
He did not fell harder though
Now i'm falling for sure
But not in love

Scenarios used to turn me on
Now though, it's making me cough
When the bunny bleeding from its corspe and rot to the bones
I'm bleeding from my heart so much that i must spit the excess out

His words are like bullets
The reports of them are like guns
Together they're pointing my head
Who thought it would be fun ?

Is it wrong for wanting him dead ?
Is is wrong to wish him the worst ?
Is it wrong to feel like all this suffering i'm feelin' deserved ?
No, it is not.