I Fight,

I Fight For The Light.

I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room,

Crying At Night, Holding That Knife,

And Wishing They Died.

 

I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,

And Are Struggling To End It All With A Rope,

The Ones That Suffer With Depression,

Because Their Life Always Seems To Be Press'in

Them Up Against The Wall So Far That Their About To Fall.

 

I Ain't No Hero,

Just Mearly A Zero,

Who's Fallen One Too Many Times,

Until Someone Came And Told Me

"It's Going To Be Alright".

 

We Face Our Demons,

Surrender Our Guns,

And Give Up when The Battle Has Just Begun.

We're The Loners That No One Wants To Be Around,

Yet When We Make Our Fame,

We See Them In Them Crowd.

 

Why I Fight?

I Fight To Help Those See The Brightside Of Life,

And Just Hope That They Can See The Light,

I Fight For Others Who Are Scare And Alone,

Because It's That Kind Of Pain I've Known..