Fighting With Myself You're punch connects with mine, And our knees soon meet, Synchronised in perfect time, The same steps with our feet, Blood spills on my cheek, And it also spills on yours, It shows that even bullies can bleed, In the fairest of wars, Tears run from my eyes, And of course you cry too, But soon after I realise, I'm fighting with me not you.
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