I sat alone one night,
Dreading in fright,
Of the man in bright white,
No way was he leaving without a fight,
Not on this night,
I shall blind him in light,
Then he'll be the one who is not right,
And without sight,
Then his arm I shall bite,
With all my might.
Try as he may,
Soon he will pay,
For all my pain,
Then victory is what I shall gain,
I was just to tired of those childish games,
And your still the one to blame. |