I hear you shout,
and feel confrontation looming.
I wonder what I've done
to set your voice booming.
Look up and I see you
striding to where I stand.
Your wide eyes cut me deep,
like a knife in your hand.
My arms start to shake
in the face of danger,
I wonder why you'd waste
all this hate on a stranger.
But I suppose that's the point,
for me you feel nothing,
I'm just another face,
and this shows you weren't bluffing;
about how tough you are
when you were gloating in the bar,
when the girls weren't impressed,
by the size of your car.
You still didn't get lucky,
so now you want to prove your might,
to the world and yourself,
by starting a fight .
I'm wrong place, wrong time,
and out of luck;
and people wonder why
I don't go out much.