Hunting Season

This can’t be happening,

My life flashed before my eyes.

You move in for the kill, but here I am still standing.

Knives to the back only go skin deep.

So when you finish the job, make sure you go for the

heart.

Sticks and stones may bring me to my knees.

So when you finish the job, you’ll have to rip me

apart.

You gave the attention, that I have always needed.

I’ll gather my dignity and try to leave, but you always

keep coming back.

We were so close, but got lost in the starlight.

Now I’m caught like a deer, in your car headlights.

You cut me deep, stole my crown.

Looked so proud as I hit the ground.

Now I’m watching the black butterflies, as my eyes

turn.. cold!

Knives to the back only go skin deep.

So when you finish the job, make sure you go for the

heart.

Sticks and stones may bring me to my knees

So when you finish the job, you’ll have to rip me

apart.

I’ll give you! all my words!

For all your thoughts!

This can’t be happening, my life flashed before my

eyes.

You move in for the kill but here I am still standing.