A person in the night
looking for a fight
You know you can't compete
so you still stay in your seat
You stare straight into those burning eyes
and you can see all of the hate inside
So badly you want to run away
but you fear more what everyone would say
You try to think of a way out of this
but now you two are fist to fist
You know now that you must do
the one thing you were told not to
You say to yourself
"make it fast, make it quick"
just then your stomach begins to feel sick
Now it's too late
the fight's begun
and as soon as it started
it was done
You open your eyes to find yourself down
"That girl just beat you!"
Your friend shouts out loud
You don't know what to say
but she sure does
"Next time you'll call me"
