When you feel sad, i feel bad, very bad,
that when you get angry, i feel angry, very angry,
weak that i have been disarmed my power in blood vessels,
the power to be a hero, my power to save thee queen of my heart,
doughty was I, but a stupid hunch takes it all away in a blast,
with my tendered system blocked, the veins respond not to my nerves,
having to miss that wonderful smile, that any boxer would fight for,
in the divinity of your eyes telling a different story, hostile and inflicted,
what have i done to cause such mad downward trajectory?
how in inadequate of my heart? that my mind curses with hurt,
though i derseve a punishment, loosing your love anyhow,
will no longer serve as a punishment, but and innocent suicide to me,
My Lady! perspiration has left me wet,
i have been fighting hard to find my way to your kingdom,
as i bow and cry regret,
i beg you to forgive his heart
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