Every wall has it’s fault
Believe in me for we have not seen
The power that you can muster
Now bring it back now through thought
The tears that brought the “yes sir” and
“No ma’am” to a halt creating the border
Between thoughts and actions more apparent
With the flip crack of the switch and now you’re
Back again but the pain is still real “Go get em’,
Champ” cause the sound of the Bell drove you
To Hell and back for the ride of your life, the road
You want to forget with the only thing stuck in your
Head is the quest to fight again but the core to your
Power is that of your desire to win what you deserve
By using the skills you’ve achieved for the love you
Yearn for what it’s worth “It was a good run” but there’s
No use in stopping the undeniable burn for the same thing
In return and your brain is filled with enough horrors
So you take the right hook from society and doze off so you
Talk, spit, your slurs are blinding because you’ve been ripped
Of words your 2 worlds are compromised and you still think you
Won her love and left battered never learning how to dodge that
Right hook you lay on the mat with your face down looking
For more.