I seen what you can do,
The agony you make other's go through.
Hatred is your game,
Sadly you play it so well.
Am I another victim?
To your childish game's?
I warn you that I won't be so easily fooled,
Like I said I had seen what you can do.
My opponent, my hatred, myself.
Why is it so hard?
I know myself well, but the other side of me can't be destroyed so easily, I sigh with so much fear.
Is it right to fight myself in my own game?
Can I even defeat myself without feeling the pain?
The only way to know is to try,
So wish my luck as I go and fight.
