Round and a round up and again
The pouding of fists and the breaking of lead
The moments of treatment the happiness fades
The beating of darkness the bleeding of trades

And my heart will not follow
To the depth and despair
Of the rounds of their tournament
This visage unaware
Of my feelings and tearful sighs from above
I'm a distant stranded character in a land called unloved

I don't string my ties in a knot or a bow my heart is all wound up and will never show
I can't think for anyone
I don't know the path
I find you a journey, but I can't make it last

I'm sad then I'm angry I'm one of the two
Pounding the walls turning them blue
The red in their color the pink in their shades
The granted walls
The absolute shame in my heart from above
It doesn't want love
My eyes scan in them
I don't see the one
Yet I march on