Butterflies build up inside,
Something everyone in the situation tries so hard to hide,
Adrenaline rushing to give you strength,
to help you fight to your full potential,
Your heart beats faster your palms get sweaty then last of all your hands get heavy,
You cant think off nothing just what your gonna do,
Nothing but the person your gonna pursue,
Then one is thrown and then two,
Adrenaline rushing and you cant control what you do,
Because in the end adrenaline always controls you.
