I know
I'm on my own around here
But that's alright
I'll win my own wars
And I have reinforcements
In my mind's eye
So come and break me
On a Saturday night
Walking home from work
You call out
And say something
About the way I walk
Or how I look,
I'll turn on you
With such bright eyes
And righteous fury
You will never speak again
But, terrified,
You shall simply have to let me die.