You are an infection, a lovely disease.
Your changing me and you no it, im on my knees

your turning the player, into the played
The hunter to the hunted, the night to day.

Your melting me slowly, with your smile
it wont take you long, a little while

then you'll walk, like i always do
and i'll cry and weep and long for you. 

Maybe its my turn to hurt and plead
maybe its time, for this heart to bleed.