I don't know how I got here but I refuse to stay
I betrayed myself when I let others have their way
But I am holding on, my finger on the pulls
The sound of my heart pounding tells me there’s still hope
But people don’t like when you put up a fight
And slowly, ever so slowly, I am loosing mine
I’ll fight (fight), fight (fight), fight or be taken out alive
Fight, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?
How could I forget that I’m better than this
I’ve come too far to fade tonight
Fight, or be taken out alive
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