You are finally out of my hair,
No more feeling like crap because of you.
Two whole seasons of Football,
And your crafty ways of hurting people.

Why I ask you,
Why did you feel the need to hurt us?
I guess we must be inferior to you.
Is it your own insecurities as a player?
That makes you feel the need to judge our skill.

Not that it matters anymore,
I finally have the courage to fight back.
The season is over and I never stood up to you.
Not when you insulted me,
And not when you insulted my friends.

The funny thing is you were never very good,
Your cruddy kicks flew everywhere like a drunk bird.
Somehow people thought you were good,
Just because players would move out of your way.

It became hard to decipher between playing good or bad.
It was like you targeted me.
Picking off a few from the team,
The emotionally unstable ones maybe?
No just the ones you knew wouldn't fight back.
I guess you don't like confrontation.

Well Goodbye Phillipa,
It wasn't nice knowing you,
But thank-you for strengthening me,
Now I know if someone tries this again
I WILL FIGHT BACK.