I live to fight, and you live to give me a place to show it...

Every time I enter that ring it could make or break me and I know it...

I hear your bell as if you're yelling out to me, telling me it's time to unleash my inner beast...

Along with the sound of my shoes scraping beneath my feet, as I dance around this battle ground to stay out of reach...

After each hit I take I prepare for more, I taste the sweat that drips from my face to your floor...

Sweat mixed with blood, that's the taste of victory...

Adrenaline pumping, I can't feel my muscles but I know they're soar...

As I step on you as a boxer, I feel like so much more...

Not an athlete but a soldier in a war....