With your back up against the wall,
do you fight him, or do you run?
When you’re trapped with no one to call,
the trouble’s only just begun.
It’s not your fault you’re in his thrall,
with your battle lost, but his won.
-You shouted, fought, gave it your all.
Betrayed to this fate, by someone
who’s meant to catch you when you fall.
Treated like ‘twas some tale you spun,
your fears were meritless and small.-
So, you’re the punchline of his fun.
Powerless. Subject to his maul.
He knows you won’t tell anyone
you went along, you’ll take the fall.
It’s you, must live with what he’s done.