And even as my heart breaks it still wants you to stay. You’re a heart hunter. I’ve become your pray. I’m a trophy on your wall just collecting dust for you. Another name crossed from the list of things you do. Through the white lines, I see staring back at me, a tarnished looking face where purity should be. They all tried to warn me I took it all in stride. Left myself exposed with nowhere else to hide. Even though I blew it I’d do it all again. Because one night with you is worth a thousand more of pain. At least that’s what I tell myself it probably isn’t true. Made countless mistakes, not the least of which is you. It’s funny how things have turned out. I’m used to doing the hunting not the other way around. Been like this before. Thought I’d finally changed. Lowered down my guard. Let you take aim. Anyway you cut it, six or nine or four, music has no meaning. At least not anymore. Love is lost on me. So it would seem by taking me down you finally set me free.