You're no stranger to the fangs of the cat
His marks slowly heal over time but by then more have appeared
You need to escape this little corner you call home
But you must outsmart him inorder to be free
Every now and then you feel a burst of adrenaline surge through your body
You can taste the courage on the tip of your tounge
But then your wounds begin to sting and all you can think of is the possible pain
And you can't even begin fathom the possible glory
So you retreat to fight another day
Your body becoming weaker and weaker every passing second
Maybe tomorrow you think
But what if tomorrow is too late