Scribble, scribble, scribble ‘til the night is done
Fondling my pen until daylight comes
Somehow, the simple curtsy got gutsy
Scratch, scratch, scratch goes my fingers
To my head as I linger
Just sweating out the pain in my hip
I can’t help how I’m giving lip
Sure, I wanted to sleep, but it didn’t get weak
It throbbed along my side
Too strong for me to cry
So, I tolerated throughout the night
What good did it do to fight?
When my own anger have to smite?