The brown eye girl who I hated didn't make me spiteful
I was alone
No friends to help me or let alone save me
I was put up to the test to fight
I used all my might
She was clearly out of sight
Did it make it right
I was abused and torn
It felt like being pricked and prodded by sharp plain thorns
I had sought out revenge but I was wrong
Fighting for something like that isn't worth the wait
It doesn't make me the saint
I never thought I would be the bully if I could do it all over again I would for surely
I should've never been mean
But that was never the dream
