The Fighter
The lover held her loveShe begged him not to goThe fighter wrapped his glovesThe fighter said I know, I know, I knowJust this one last timeI swear you'll still be mineBut he can't promise muchHe goes for one last touchOne last touch
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonelyMaybe we were meant to be on our ownLoneliness has always been with me, with meBut maybe we don't have to be all alone
The fighter goes insideThe doubt is creeping inHe swings with all his mightAt all that might have beenAnd she's in love with himBut lovers don't always winHe never even saw the swingShe calls out his name, calls his name
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonelyMaybe we were meant to be on our ownLoneliness has always been with me, with meBut maybe we don't have to be all alone
What breaks your bonesIs not the load your carryingWhat breaks you downIs all in how you carry
The lover held her loveShe begged him not to goShe unwrapped his glovesThe lover said I know, I know, I knowKissed his trembling lipsShe touched his fingertipsBut somehow they both knowHe's not coming home, coming home
Loneliness has always been with me, with meMaybe we were meant to be on our ownBut I got to try or it will destroy meCause maybe we don't have to be all alone