Here I hide all alone, clenched tight with fear
in a dark little box, nothing to see
My situation's reasoning is indeed quite queer
A hunter is searching ruthlessly
My hunter is my friend, who I held quite dear
Her betrayal is as difficult as can be
I did not make a sound that she could hear
But my hunter spotted me visually
She looked down at me, her face looked sincere
For now the person who's "It" is me