Fight, fight fight
Thats all I do
If not for me
then I fight for you
I count my scars with pride
but I wonder
what do they really hide
Am I coward
Fighting other peoples battles
But not my own
Is my greates fear, being alone?
I don't know anymore, I never did
I can lay down my enemies
But myself I cannot kid
I cry salt tears over my scars
Because after all is done
There is all they are
I am made of scars, but from rightous glory
But alone in myself
In my solitude I look to the stars.
The peace and tranuility, appeals to me
Maybe that is what I want to be..................................
Maybe...............
Maybe
Maybe..................
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