What's in love that's not in hate?
I duck my head and hide my face.
Shun them when they scream and shout.
I'll crawl in a hole and never come out.
My blood boils inside my skin.
Is this what it takes to win?
The lights and music are all for me.
What can I do to make them see?
These games are sick and twisted.
I shot the arrow but I missed it.
The air compresses near my ear.
Light goes black, there's much to fear.
A cannon sounds and then I'm gone.
All I can think is, "This is wrong."