Beaten battered and bruised.
Look at me a loser not much left to lose.
a loser who bit off more than he can chew.
don\'t give up don\'t give up
I hope you fight it
built a pit waiting for a fire you must ignite it.
Nothing but a good try
to you, in my head I snapped you\'re neck if you wondered while I smiled as you yelled and cry.
now I\'m out in my place I will not take my anger out on anyone but myself other wise it feels misplaced.
I want my fist to taste your blood
Cold as an unwanted love
can one take this much.
now I will not say a thing, every thing you\'ve done has left a mark
fear the dog that does not bark.