My eyes glisten as soon as I appear.
I feel the eye’s of my enemies as if they are almost near.
There eye’s stare with hate and fire. They want me to stare back but I lack the desire.
I stand helplessly as they start to move in. My heart is racing but I can’t give in.
I hold my ground and don’t blink an eye. All the while saying the good guy can’t die.
There here now only a few steps away. Best thing to do now is to look away.
I’m tapped on the shoulder. Hey, I know you! You’re the guy who lives on 6th street, How do
I finally look up, oh what a mistake. This guy is gonna kill me! Oh, this can’t be my
I scream and scream more, oh god please wake me up! If this isn’t a dream then I really am
I take a step back and swallow my pride.
I guess it’s time for the good guy to die.