His elixir he poured it down my throat.
Day by day he played me.
I was his game,
he was the cat and I was the mouse.
The puppet held by strings he was pulling.
I believed everything he ever said,
until that autumn day when the potion he used on me started to fade away.
He was poison and I was the apple,
and that day I seen everything he made out of me, I had became snow whites evil witch by listening to the melody of words he always chose to use.
I didn't see he was making a prisoner out of me,
that he was lying making me push away everybody,
so he could wrap me in his web and sink his teeth into me.
But that day I bought Raid and his spider fled,
but the damage was done and there was no turning back time.

Raid is an insect killer if you don't know what that is.