I am the one who blew the wind between your trees
Just to see if you would stay grounded.
Like a cheetah low to the ground waiting for his prey to get closer
I’m waiting for you to kneel and know that it’s over…
Your hugs were precious but me being possessive I want more
I smell blood and your smile is becoming my  aroma
But how do I feel so better in your chaos and the way you hate me….
Like a criminal waiting for his cell doors to close
Do I really wanna be saved by my own  meticulous act?
Do I …