Sometimes I'm already falling into his web
before the night has gone.
I wake up and everybody feels like him,
seeing his face once more
as he angrily knocks on my bedroom door.
I wish upon a lucky penny for a glass eye,
just to see if these memories will ever fade
into echoing mountains, where the wind
blows them far away.
Lately, there isn't half a day that passes
where he's not a stranger,
and if I had magic tools,
I would have him black listed
from this whole wide world,
and send him to a deserted island in hell,
where he would forever be walking around
in a burning daze!
