I Contribute To The Water Cycle.

We're walking on thin glass right now.

A wrong step and we both fall.

Things are getting worse because of a bitch.

I lose a target. I've got another one.

This gets personal. This means war.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

I'll just take time to lay down my sights,

Count my clicks,

And start triggering when i feel like it.

I could lose everyone,

I won't lose my girl.


If anyone feels obliged to be the messenger,

Tell that bitch to brace herself.

She's going to fight 2 wars.

And this time she's going to be alone.


Girl,

Don't make me feel like an idiot

And give up on me.