Left fist, right cheek

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...9!
the ref screams ...i hear it from far away...
i'm kissing the floor ...tasting my own blood
those punches...it's not like they hurt..it's more like they
steal....they steal my faith...no way motherfucker...
you won't beat me...there's just no way...
you take the form of many things
but you're the same thing to me
my excuse to fight...i love you for that
with all the anger i can muster
i knock you down without a sound
til you get back up again....
i'll make you eat fist
taste floor and blood
you're as dirty as me
you may be, those fucks that talk shit about me
behind my back. you may be some asshole prick boyfriend that i have to outshine,
you may be the water spot that i slip on...the stupid traffic cop making me late for work
the opposition, people that say no....you're not a curse you're a blessing
i told you from the begining...you're my best friend...you're honest...
or maybe you're just a masochist i dunno...maybe you like the way i beat the shit of you
you're the apathy, the bad years, the negative....i guess i could say you're me...
god i love me...i rule