Fighting is for the weak at mind,
people who can't work things out by talking,
people who find others hurt amusing,
you turn me into one of those people,
i fight, only for you, your heart,
you truely are beautiful,
others may put me down,
for loving you,
but they are the weak at mind,
unable to comprehend "love",
i fight for your heart,
i fight for your love,
i fight for you,
i would rather have you and be happy,
than have billions of dollars,
you give me that feeling in my stomach,
like its doing back flips,
your just out of reach,
at my finger tips,
you keep running,
keeping me at your toes,
the only thing i want,
win, and stop fighting,
for it makes me miserable,
i sit here at my table,
writing, trying,
to convince you to stop,
convince you to love me back,
or even if you don't i can stop,
and get on with my life.
it would destroy me,
but just like a great city i would build myself back up,
although it may take me a long time,
its better than chasing a lost cause.
