Fight
All my life, it's been a fight
I've done wrong, I've done right
But with the pain, the tears, toil and sweat
I've been beat down.

Sad grips of monotony
Good times gone to history
and in the end, all I see,
is the broken down me.

Days turn to weeks,
weeks turn to years,
a constant battle against all my fears.
The end is come, it is near,
only to realize, there's no hope here