I want to fight
- literally -
like the kind where I step in a ring of some kind
and beat the crap out of a stranger.
I want to use this muscle I've done nothing to earn.
I want a mouthguard with my name on it
and gloves with 'your name' on them.
The expert says they'll call me Mayhem -
the dancer who fights, the cheerleader who fights.
I've never fought before, but a part of me knows
I was made for it.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
I want to fight
- literally -
like the kind where I step in a ring of some kind
and beat the crap out of a stranger.
I want to use this muscle I've done nothing to earn.
I want a mouthguard with my name on it
and gloves with 'your name' on them.
The expert says they'll call me Mayhem -
the dancer who fights, the cheerleader who fights.
I've never fought before, but a part of me knows
I was made for it.
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