deep pools of blackened water staring at me in the night fear running up and down my spine but I won't give up without a fight
you can ogle all you want but I'm not stepping aside icy eyes looking me up and down yet I won't give up without a fight
my blood runs cold - breathless determined to win this war yellow stripe turning solid brass and I won't give up I'm back for more
deep pools of blackened water staring at me in the night the fear is now up in flames and I am here now ready to fight
I won't back down to you nor step aside you see my hair is now inflamed and I am here now for victory
backing down was part of the past my will now is quite strong; your icy stares don't scare me I didn't give up before casting you back to where you belong
The more I thought about it... it went like this: It began a dark poem.... intentions of being afraid.... but once I began I was determined... felt it was time to stand up ... for those that cannot fight... for those that were mistreated... for those that have suffered ... so I shot back instead