The Fighter
The lover held her love,
She begged him not to go,
The fighter wrapped his gloves,
The fighter said I know I know I know,
Just this one last time,
I swear you'll still be mine,
But he can't promise much,
He goes for one last touch, one last touch
Maybe we were meant to be lonely, lonely
Maybe we were meant to be on our own,
Loneliness has always been with me, with me
Maybe...