I’m not a fighter. I’m a lover of your wife. Soon to be ex-wife. You didn’t take care of her, you didn’t make her forget about me. You never made her feel like I can with just a few touches. You’d forget that you could screw the cap back on your cheap whiskey and pass out leaving her wet and wanting. She’d call me and I’d take her somewhere you couldn’t.

Now she’s mine again and I won’t let her go again.