I was born and raised to fight
Pushing through black smoke to breathe
I feel things that would give hell ideas
My mind is something I want to leave
The colors left my eyes when I got older
My body became worn and tattered
Bitterness is a thing I grew into
Got my heart bruised and shattered
Trying to rip these strings off my body
My emotions seem to control
Can\'t keep living like this forever
The thoughts like to push and pull
Every day is a challenge
Every second is a fight
It\'s dark and cold inside of me
Wish I could easily turn on a light
Kissing my wounds
Hoping it heals and fades
Doing my best to live
Holding myself up above the waves
You can\'t see my struggle
You can\'t hear the screams
I was born and raised to fight
Slowly ripping apart at the seams