I haven’t won a single fight
Too heavy a hand it comes to plight
I have taken so many hits
Weaker with all their Splits
Every time I fight, I lose and fall
Then closer that bell for me will call
See winning is never a choice
Even if I have the last Voice
I walk away or I will wake back up
I take my leave or spit blood into a cup
I’ve never won a single fight
I’m falling into a blight