We lower our masks over our faces,
Put on our armor,
and get into our places.
You start with a playful jab
But it ****** more than you know.
I raise my weapon in defense,
You take a couple of steps back.
I think the match is done
Until you come swinging
Because you need to know that you've won.
If only you could take your mask off
when we're not sparring;
Maybe then we wouldn't need to fight.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
We lower our masks over our faces,
Put on our armor,
and get into our places.
You start with a playful jab
But it ****** more than you know.
I raise my weapon in defense,
You take a couple of steps back.
I think the match is done
Until you come swinging
Because you need to know that you've won.
If only you could take your mask off
when we're not sparring;
Maybe then we wouldn't need to fight.
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