Well... **** this ****, I don't even try to feel like this. I just want that pretty boy to hit. I hate his face, his name is the worse. He'll be wishing he left our fight in a hearse. I don't wanna be angry, violent or ******. But this kid, just wants a date with my fist. This jealously just makes me ******* ill, and in a duel for your love, I would never kneel. I'm sorry this is the way I feel. I just want you more than anything else. But you say, I can't have you to myself. So when your gone, I write you things. For that is what my emotion brings. I'll fight for your love, every single day. Because right now, there's no other way.