no matter how many times
a fall down to the floor
i will continue writing my rhymes
and continue coming to you for more

more of the feelings you cannot give me
the feelings i must steal
he is not blind he must see
the feelings we have are warm true and real

I would gladly catch his fist
with my useless face
he might say he is pissed
he should have known i was hunting his place

to stand next to you
in this time of emotional strife
all i wanted to do 
was make a change in your life