The other guy is hoping
That he’ll be the only guy.
He’s counting on my weaknesses,
Like counting down the time.
The other guy knows everything,
That even I don’t know.
At least, I think he knows them…
He always tells me so.
The other guy will watch
As I do my best for me.
He’ll wait until I start to think
That, perhaps, I might be free.
The other guy will calculate-
He’s got it to a science-
The moment best to take me down
And beat me ‘til I’m silent.
The other guy, he blacks my eyes
And breaks my fingerbones,
He suffocates the light away,
‘Til all is dark at home.
The other guy, I know him, too,
And how he’s kept at bay:
If I become the other guy,
He can’t come hurting me.