Nemesis

Sometimes I get cocky
During my anger's new hobby 
Where I imagine doing things I've always wanted to.

You'll howl like a little btch
As my hands start to twitch,
And apologize for all you've put me through.

I'll give you that uppercut, right in your gut,
You should see how pathetic you'll look.
I'll pull you upright to sit, sorry for the blood on your lip,
Maybe next time you'll keep your mouth zipped.

And I'm too scared to do those things,
Cause an angel never sins,
But in my mind good and bad become twins.