I'm watching the match,
it brings memories of pain.
two girls kicking, punching hitting
tempers flame.
i got my gear on,
got ready for the ring
excitement building,
never yielding
can i help it that i love this game?
I'm in the ring,
I'm ready to fight!
who will my partner be?
I'm ready for anything!
but as she enters the ring,
my heart drops to the floor.
how could life be so bitter to me?
to make me fight this girl?
how can i inflict pain,
and make her scream in fear?
how can i bear to beat
the only person that ever cared?
who i need in this world,
so i step to the line
swear to stand strong
wait for the word,
kasook! we're off.
circling eagerly,
fighting for gold,
see an opening,
strike!stopped, but she blocked,
No point! kasook.
minutes later dripping sweat,
20 seconds left to win this match.
getting desperate, i randomly kick
contact!! point Chung, my best friend wins
nobody sees that i limp off the stage,
or the smile i have
as i block out the pain
my good deed is done
i let my best friend win
but every defeat has its price to pay.
as my knee and thigh
fill with unbearable pain
here it is the price that i paid
sitting out watching the match
never competing, i cant take that chance
so when my friends ask,
why don't you ever spar?
i smile bitterly and say.
that life is over for me.
