Hear his voice in the dusk hour
he planned a party you must attend
like a force of nature is his power
a cruel antagonist clothed as a friend

Hear his voice on a hopeful day
Smiling while a horrid secret-keeping
Be fooled not by his willful delay
he wishes nothing but to see you weeping

Hear his voice on the morrow
wake from your deep sleep
he is eager to witness your sorrow
a true lion king dressed as a sheep

Hear his voice a year from now
nothing altered, he is unrelenting
in your heart, you must not allow
the idea of his love representing

Like a bird, he watches from above
you are no longer his weak prey
and all that hate dressed up as love
from that darling child, stay far away