The Hunter is Killed

There you walked,
Through my door;
I knew this would happen,
Though I know you no more

Beg for forgiveness
Get on your knees,
Tell me you miss me
Make me feel for your plea's

I want you to grovel,
To give it your all.
I want you to beg,
for me to make the 'right' call.

So now,
How does it feel?
To be rejected for what you're not. .
Now the Hunter is the Killed