What did I do…

What do I do

What on earth did I get myself into?

What will happen to all the days that weren’t too bad? 

But it’s okay, I’ve won all the fights that I’ve ever had... 

Which was one *RING*

Oh, great. It's the end of the day

“3:00 after school, you are gonna pay”

Keeps playing in my head over and over

Alright, just breathe, all I need is composure

I’ll be okay, I think I’ll be fine I’ll punch her, win, go home,

And unwind Bundle up in my blankets, with a fight without a trace

Relax it's okay…* POW*... she punched me right in the face

She pulled on my hair, she twisted my arm

And to think today was going to go without harm

As desperate as I was, I tried to run away

The word got out and a crowd of people came to stay

I was battered and bloody and as embarrassed as ever

Maybe I shouldn't have run my big mouth thinking I was clever

Maybe I shouldn't have let my twitter fingers control my brain

Calling her “ugly” “weird” or even “insane”

Or that one time I slammed her locker on her hair

Or the time I ditched her at the school fair

And when she’d get embarrassed, I’d put her on blast

But whatever, those things are little, they’re all in the past

But focus on me, I’m the real one getting hurt

All the blood from my nose is ruining my shirt

So much for a “fight without a trace”

Because none of those things hurt like getting punched in the face

Right?