Oh you little boys, you little playful boys. You follow me around like a pathway to my own death. Your shadow bacame my shadow. I see you in the reflection of the mirror. I see my tears in your eyes when your filthy hands touch my body. Your voice is like a broken record in my mind. Your face became my mask and you breath my scent. You left me like I was a piece of rubbish. You got want you wanted and left me with a scare and even though I try to cover it, it still shows through the walk of every man. Oh you little boys are you happy now, do you feel it was worth taking my life as if it was your choice to make. Listen! Little boys, you have done enough! . Your masculinity became my Roar, your eyes became my vision and your thoughts became my war. I'm like a rattle snake, I warned you, so sorry your little playful boys, now its My time to strike.