It can't be said that all love is beautiful as there is a certain tragedy to it. Some learn that harder than others... Busta I can't tell her why I left or why I left her alone. I can't even tell her I'm sorry. I wish I could send her flowers to apologize, or hug her tight to my chest, but from where I stand I cannot. What I can do though is fight. Fight for my freedom, fight for my club, and fight...