" Its time "
Guess I'm done, is it time again?
This the last one? Feels like I'm about to drain.
A little storm brewing in, clouds gathering up above,
I feel a wave coming in, guess I should put on the fight gloves.
Get out, leave while you can, let me go this time man to man,
Guess its time for another round and its me who has to stand.
So much blood to shed, too much of comfort to compensate,
Now's the time for the fight I've prepared so hard, I had always await.
Will this be the end, I guess not,
Any chances of winning, I cannot certainly spot.
But this is how it works, you pay every year for every single of perks,
A war goes on for days, weeks, a couple months, then its all fireworks.
Everything, everyone? Anything, anyone? More like nothing and no one,
I can always surrender but I guess I like the beating or am I too stubborn?
Stepping out of the ring with wounds all over is best of the feelings,
Or to be honest, the only feeling in my dealings.
The fight, the fight that goes on, the fight we fight together, all alone,
The fight won by none, but the real ones try, that's what separates strong.
Turn up the music, put on my song, lets bring it on,
You want to test the brawn? Well keep your meters up, this ones gonna be real strong.
All I know is when this all goes away,
There's only one of the two I can say.
I am loosing it all again, every single day, day by day, I am loosing it all again,
When the music stops, the noises hit rock, I am seeing my old dreams again.
Whatever it turns out, all I know is I am done and ready, its time again,
I hope not the last one, how will I live if this doesn't drain?