Every time I search the ground in which I hunt
I tend to get a dozen prey
I go and try every stunt
And I end up getting my way
Once a few years or so,I find myself company
Every time this happens I know
Believe it the situation isn't funny
I am not going to go
I fought against everyone
All I know,I shouldn't be against at all
Turns out I've lost my fun
And hit a horrible fall
Let me know what I must loook for
Let me break away
From the lonely world I was in and tore
Myself half-dead day after day
I pushed the ropes that held me bound
I attacked with all my might
One would have been terrified of the sound
Had you ventured out that night
(to be continued)
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