I should write down these words 'fore I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them

Someday you may wanna know who I am

Beyond this facade, no guitar in my hand

No, I am not a writer

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths

I am all I am, all I was to you

The lie and the promise, the great escape artist

The weed in your garden in that place you're still guarding

Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

These are hands that can offer protection

But hid me from my own reflection

I'm that book that ain't finished, the sink full of dishes

The horse that ain't winning, that priest that's still sinning

The spark that starts the fire

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

With loneliness next to me, fear sits in misery

Nursing another black eye

On the New Jersey turnpike, I'm counting the headlights

As cars, just like days, pass me by

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

Few will remember my name

I am the fighter

Though not a boxer by trade

I am the fighter

A fighter is born, but not made

I should write down these words 'fore I lose them

Or write you a song just to use them