This tremble in my hands
and the aching in my muscles
but the taste of blood in my mouth
causes me no trouble

no defending
just attack
the taste of blood
the aftermath

this fight
I probably won
but the taste of blood
lingers on

Just sat all alone
At home
With no one

With empty thoughts
Of naughts
No story plots

To be told
No thought that I hold

I can't wait for Tuesday
but don't want it to come
the confrontation on that day
will find out who was wrong

I personally don't care
who was telling the truth
This very rare
An occasion that has something to prove

Which one is the back-stabber
I have no reason to worry
Which is the one holding the dagger
who made up this ******* story

I did
but I trusted you
with it
what did you do

To let it slip
you had a grip
You helped me through ****
then you left me with it

you betrayed me
what happened to we
it ended
and you're befriended

You know yourself
You know how you've felt
I feel the same
I feel no shame
Just not confident
Because of their ignorance
And unknowingly insulting
Because of this thing
I have no control over
And can't be open
And  it's killing me
And you don't see
The arguments
Need to stop
It haunts
And'll make me drop