He sat there a great big gray man
Asking over and over what day would be best
My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.
'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself
I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down
I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.
I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore
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