When you come around, I'm overwhelmingly overtakin, by excitement and readiness, ready when, ever you say you is, but i admit, my conscience begins to throbbin, cuz ever since i was a little kid the transformation would...win, as i went from loving, caring, and appreciative; to  harsh, possessive, and overly aggressive. my manipulative mind would have pictures of me hung up in a shrine, on the inside of me, so it just seems that the headline always reads: Love Vs. Me. nobody understands the beast that slowly creeps out of the very same brother that you was so sure was so sweet, such a man, listen to him speak, he's so well spoken, so effortlessly easy goin, so strong, so poise, so winning so warm, so calm but o...boy, as soon as u decide to love me...it gets ugly, like a game face in rugby, I'm pleased when your mad and irritated when you touch me, and when i get mad, it will make you wanna bust me, but when i'm all lovey it'll make you wanna munch me, and the whole time i'm goin in and out of being a semi and optimus prime, one form made to battle, the other form just wants to ride, and carry you, and keep you inside of my boo, my girl, my good thang, my world, but there's a monster inside of me. so it just seems that the headline always reads: Love Vs. Me.