The thought of you they never gone
They exist and appear in a form of a bullet
Mischievously small and erotophonophilia

They shoot me
During the times when i think i can be happy
During the times when i think i am carefree
During the times when i wanna be free
They will shoot me and shot me and shot me

Till all the happiness fade
Anxiety make their way
Tearing down my confidence
Killed in the pleasure of another human being lust.