Memories of the heart

The game

Running in the deep forest

Inner animal but also honest

Instinct keeps it on the move

This time no need to prove

It's so tempting to be free

Feeling that you have a spree

You've been hunted down for a while

They have tried to erase your smile

You kept going out for more

But this time had hit you to the core

You learned how those people work

That they don't feel at all

You also found this side of self

The hunger, the ego, the depth

They say a hunter is made from its prey

I'm sick and tired to be in that play

This endless circle full of flaw

I was always following the law

Playing mostly by the rules

Every time beaten in the blues

I don't want to be the pray

I don't want to be a hunter only to play

Every time my road is crossed

Somehow I end up being worse

Still, my instinct keeps on

I'm still not dissuaded but I'm moving on

It's always painful and I lose

This time I got further from the loose

Got in a river in the forest deep

Had my mind completely strict

But the essence of my heart still slipped

On a road inside this plain of trees

Leaves are rustling heavily in the wind

A storm is brewing and it's not thin

Darkness is approaching faster than ever

Frightening, but also urging forever

Myself for a change and be most cruel

To stop caring and commence a duel

I wish to keep myself in light

But it hurts so much and this awakes

My heart, which aches and bleeds to be

Healed again from my own mischief

If only I could be a bit heartless

Try and be the best actress

My heart, this ache - I know, behave

We always got each other to blame

My mind, don't worry we will be fine

We always support each other on our side

We know that we could always set us free

But why again should we try for a spree?

Because a hunter is nothing without their prey

You should have known better before entering the game