Time is running out.
It’s coming up soon.
The match of my life?
Or just someone new?

Everyone is depending on me.
Maybe no one really cares.
I’m practically flying .
The butterflies are humming.

Step out on the mat
Wow! His muscles look big!
Ready, set, wrestle.
They’ve up and gone.

Everything is a blur.
‘Til the match is over.
I must have won.
Whose hand will be raised?

Emotions are flowing,
But the butterflies aren’t going,
I must have won,
Because I’m not nervous anymore,

The butterflies come and go,
Along with that weird feeling .
But it’s always for the same reason.
wow his muscles look big.