hey, hey, whada ya know. i wanna be yr friend and this is how it goes. you say i hi and i say hello!

love my love my love i love you.

and im confused by the things you say.

but love, i love you.

and i find that its ok.

i find that were all broken

and all tangled up inside.

but im happy to escape

we shouldnt have to abide.

but things take time

and i know that its true.

if anyone knows, i think its me and you.

i think weve got our share of secrets

secrets to tell

and secrets not our own

and that part is hell.

and i think everything is different,

bigger than ourselves

but only time will tell

do we need help?

and we shared our secret

our secret on that regard.

and i know that sounds crazy

but i know that its hard.

and im not trying to compare

a rabbit to a hare

im not trying to say

that boxing is like ballet

but you and me

we might just be

on the same page

in a different book.

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i feel like many things i said id never be

i feel like the monster im creating is me.

sometimes when i look at my face

someone else is in its place.

but then i realize

those are in fact my own eyes

in a face much different than mine

in a face worn out by time.

and i think to myself

no, it cant be

that face in the mirror,

thats not me.