The Prize Fighter

crossed off, but never forgotten

misplaced, but never losing hold

these are the moments that bind us

repressed, but never erased

knocked down, but never giving up

locked up where no one can find us

we'll survive in here til the end

there are no more fights to fight

my trophies are the scars that will never heal

but i get carried away sometimes

i wake up in the night swinging at the ceiling

it's hard to leave old ways behind

but harder when you think that's all there is

don't look at me that way

ignored, when your whole world's collapsed

dismissed, before you speak a word

these are the moments that bind you

come clean, but everything's wrong

sustained, but barely holding on

run down, with no one to find you

we're survivors, here til the end