The Fighter

I should write down these words 'fore I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them

Someday you may wanna know who I am,

Beyond this facade, no guitar in my hand

No I am not a writer



These eyes hold no secrets, I hide no truths

I am all I am, all I was to you

The lie and the promise, the great escape artist,

The weed in your garden in that place you're still guarding

Where I am not a liar



I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter, few will remember my name



These are hands that can offer protection

But hid me from my own reflection

I'm the book that ain't finished, a sink full of dishes,

A horse that ain't winning, that priest that's still sinning

The spark that starts the fire



I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter, few will remember my name



With loneliness next to me, feels its in misery, nursing another black eye

On a New Jersey turnpike, I'm counting the headlights

These cars just like days pass me by



I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter, few will remember my name

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter, a fighter's born but not made



I should write down these words 'fore I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them.