The Prize Fighter

Crossed off, but never forgotten
Misplaced, but never losing hold
These are moments that blind us
Repressed, but never erased
Knocked down, but never giving up
Locked up where no can find us
We'll survive 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 blind 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

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