The Hunting

Shoot me in the back
Do it the way that only you know
End it quickly
There's no point in staying like this forever
I just wanted you to make up your mind
And that you could stop with all this mind games

Now there's no place to hide
And the runaway path is missing...
You just now what to do
Finish it!

It's ironic, isn't it?
The hunter becomes the prey
I feel the wound now
And you get what you want
I'm dead
You win...