It’s gone to chaos, I don’t understand how we got here, fighting and destroying each other.
It’s a harsh night for the world, it’s a harsh night for us all.
I ran to find my weapon but even with it in hand I was still so powerless, powerless against you, the dark and cold bitter boy with the bow.
I knew my only option out was to run, I ran through the dark but I was never fast enough, you always caught me, trapped me, humiliated me.
Bitter boy with the bow, you slowed and aimed. I took an arrow to the base of my throat that day.
Hands hoping to hold in the pain. But it burns all the same. I’m on fire and crumbling alive. In the cold lonely night.
The grass beneath is cold and stone, arrows right to my bone. I drown in air, fire and flames. But I’m the only one to blame.
Was left to die upon this night, the boy with the bow, what a fright when in my sight.
I thought I could die, alone here. But I saw those hollow eyes, oh dear..
You decided you weren’t so done, upon my head you crushed and spun.
I’m fading now, arrow in throat and heart in hand. You were my shattered end.
I shall not blame you though, Bitter boy with the bow