She is fuming by a wall
Waiting for something, maybe a call
Nothing can get to her there as she waits
She’s put up her shields and locked all the gates
She looks all around as she prepares to fight
She’s not used to it but she’ll stay up all night
The narrator knows what she thinks about that
She wants to hit someone, anything with a bat
The rage that we see builds inside of her soul
And spills out her heart through an unseen hole
Caused by herself locking her feelings in
Not wanting to share, thinking that they would win
The downward destruction looms nigh, very near
She struggles herself to contain but a tear
All of this because of something assigned
She might need to get priorities realigned.


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