the good fight

 
the words to free me don't exist
once I thought I could write my way out
to a place of new beginnings
but true grit is one thing on paper
another when your guts burn with a thing

I'm a talker, not a doer
I like to think I'm a fighter
but I'm in the ring a few rounds
get knocked down and lie there
crying about my broken nose
a real fighter would get back up
cos the son of a bitch busted my face in

what's this about?

my addiction

with five days clean
I was like Rocky Balboa I felt on top of the world
even though I felt like shit physically
I don't even know why I fucked up I just did

here's the deal though I'm going to get back up
being a loser doesn't sit right with me
I will fight this till I die
and if I die trying

then at least I did the damn thing

fighting