I am a man who will fight for your honor
but who'll get slain in the fight.
not by daggers and swords
but by the glance you longingly give
to a man on the sidelines.
I bleed,
I think
I was there for you
but no more.
today I die alone,
with little honor to call my own.
In a world full of causes
why did I have to pick this one?
