you spit on me, hit me and kicked me so many times
that wasn't very nice of you, I never asked for it
your friends applauded, they thought it was great
when you beat me up, but now the limit is full
Violence begets counter-violence, haven't they told you that?
or were you - as is so often the case - simply not listening carefully?
now you're standing in front of me and we are all alone
nobody can help you, nobody stands by you
and all I do is hit you
always right in the face
I'm not strong, I am no hero, but what's too much is too much
I was always the outlet for your aggression
your friends were always there, but now the tide is turning
even if I move better tomorrow, somewhere to another city
Violence begets counter-violence, haven't they told you that?
Or were you also missing class - as you often do?
Now you're lying in front of me and we're whole alone
and I keep hitting you
that feels good, it just had to be done
always right in the face

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