Macho man

As I take the blows I know not what to do The pain is in my heart, but this is nothing new A shock yes but no surprise as I think about the past Times of plenty come and I still remember the last It´s more than just a punch, pinch, scratch or a knuckle slap It´s more than physical pain it much much more than that It´s feelings of sorrow, despair and growing disbelief That break my heart and fill my soul with horror, woe and grief And although I feel an anger deep inside of me I know I must not let it rise, just let it be, let it be And then where am I left, which road should I try and take Which way to turn, what can I do a decision to find and make I fear for me and other what the future of this may hold A fix maybe, it may come before my heart turns cold.