Rematch

You see Me and ask:
"Hey...where the hell are You going?"
I scream for mercy.
I beg you to stop.
You just smack Me around some more and tell Me to "Shut the fuck up."
You say I disappoint You.
Right before You drag me back to the front lines you say:
"If You're going to run away, at least have the sac to get past Me."

So now I'm waiting.
Doing My job.
Manning the heavy artillery and praying I still have one more shell.
Running across the No-Man's-Land and praying this isn't the last time I see the sky.
I pray a lot.
But I'm not praying just to live longer.
No.
I pray that I live long enough to see You punch out and head home.

When You punch out, I'll sneak up.
I'll show You I have the sac to get past You.
When You punch out, I'll punch You out.

You've had me under your thumb too long.
So here is My rebellion.

I can see you getting ready to leave for the night.
And when you do, I'll try to run away again.
But I will make it this time.
I'm gonna bring 150% and beat the shit out of You the way You did me.

You just walked out.
Time for My rematch.
Just I against Me against Myself.
I see you and ask:
"Hey...where the hell are You going?"