I took blow for blow, I took hit for hit.

I fought endlessly until now, yet my soul is still lit.

Even though I fought for the wrong person I have proof I'm a warrior.

Because I finally have the courage to end this endless story of her.

I'm glad my eyes are open I see the true facts.

The true enemy is the one I was fighting for, the angel that stabbed me in my back.

I made love while she had her way with me, this is the last time I'm going to be used.

I have nothing but anger to express so what should I choose.

I don't like hurting people but I still have to vent because this feelings too hard to lose.

I need to use this anger as power because this experience will come in handy.

Look at me now still strong, I'm a warrior still standing.