Every time I look down, I see his face... that rogue smile, those twisted eyes. I feel the sting, of his hands on my face. The blood pouring, from my broken nose. He pushed me down, but I got up, already brushing of the dust. I’ve had enough, seen a lot, it’s my turn to be the bad guy now. You’ve hurt me ‘nough, you’ve done a lot, but it’s my turn to be the bad guy now.