A snapping turtle bites,
And doesn't let go till sunset.
But you,
You bit down,
You never let go.
What pleasure does it give you?
What joy does it bring
To know what you're doing,
To see my arm in a sling?
I don't understand,
I suppose I never will
Why you like to hurt,
Why you like to kill.
Would it be satisfactory
To see I died in a fire?
Or would you be sad
The flames didn't go a foot higher?
I just can't believe it,
But this is true:
You do what you do,
And I add to that, too.
You're a snapping turtle,
And you don't let go.
I hold on to the hope
You'll be gone in a year - but no.
For a snapping turtle bites,
And doesn't let go till sunset.
But you,
You've bit down,
And you'll never let go.
