The spite in her voice,
The contempt in her smile,
To me she's worth less,
Than a cup full of bile,
She laughs about me,
And I feel really bad,
She's making me crazy,
She's making me mad,
And sometimes I dream,
In the quiet of the night,
That I am the stronger,
That I won the fight,
And she lies on the ground,
With fear in her gaze,
I step hard on her nose,
And blood gushes all over her face |
Submission Name: Enemy
