Chorus 1.

It's very hard sometimes
to keep throwing em punches
It's very hard sometimes
to keep following my hunches
It's very hard sometimes
cause evil points and lunches

It is hard, hard, hard

MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT

MY--LIFE--IS--A--GOOD--FIGHT

Stanza 1
It is hard sometimes
to wake up in the morning
hope dies in lies,
lies of the grieving
of a heart in cries
cries of the living
under darkened skies
pain in my breathing
of thougts unwise
concious of my dieing
my life's my prize
hope strikes like lightning
but d darkness smiles
towards death spiralling
for endless miles
self is self denying
time births more trials
my will is depressing
judgement reads her dials
am trapped and loosing
am loosing my mind
the sky is falling
i feel life's grind
despair is reeling
in laugter of a kind
Body is weak
self esteem asleep
Space is looking bleaking
failure slowly creep
hoping to come embracing
happy to get me cheap
she starts rejoicing

Chorus2

It's very hard sometimes
to keep throwing em punches
It's very hard sometimes
to keep following my hunches
It's very hard sometimes
cause evil points and lunches

It is hard, hard, hard

MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT

MY--LIFE--IS--A--GOOD--FIGHT

STanza 2

but the possibility
of emancipation from d depths
and the promise of invincibility
from the shackles of d debt
of life's responsibility
after the victory of d bet
between good and evil
poses a madening riddle
purpose runs and dribbles
laughing at d simple
she calls me smigle
and accuses me cripple
if I do not love my dimple
how do I love d people
the angel of death watches
in calmness she sharpens
waiting to behead life's urges
seconds fall and dampens
washing strength away in gorges
evil sneers in mockery
cluttering my path with death
he forms kataless strategy
and boasts 'a match he hasnt met'
my spirit shivers and cower
my mouth drinks vile water
my liver looses all power
my bones turn into butter
how do I fight this fight
How do I bring me the victory
and to fail is not wrong or right
success is failures allegory
my heart bleeds from lonesomeness
and yet my life is mine alone
humans hate my uniqueness
my spirit strikes a frightening tone
my pain cries my brain
my pain spikes my brain
my pain forms the rain
my pain goes insane

Chorus 3

It's very hard sometimes
to keep throwing em punches
It's very hard sometimes
to keep following my hunches
It's very hard sometimes
cause evil points and lunches

It is hard, hard, hard

MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT

MY--LIFE--IS--A--GOOD--FIGHT

Stanza 3

Ha hahahahah
I must laugh from the soul
Ha ha ah ahah
for my laughter makes me whole
This is life
No promises
No support
Harsh f***ing reality
Times a knife
She slices and dices
smalls mind and weakens mind
diguizes her slashes
attacks a man from be-hind
this is life
it wasnt promised
like a thief in the night
through doors that the guard missed
she moves and steals
the purpose in life's meals
Hell didn't promise
Heaven didn't promise
Only I can promise
It comes down to me
my pain is mine for the killing
time bows down to me
my throne is for me and my living
Katas of despair
in well practiced stances
without fear
run on timeless seas
each looking for a tear
but here stands a warrior
a man of timelessness
lost in action in the corridor
the corridor of fearlessness
I will battle for eternity
cause my cause is right
Re-engineer my mentality
in the day or in the night
I am invincible
I am the universe
I am a decibel
I am orions looking glass
I am alive

Life is my slave.

Chorus 4

It's very hard sometimes
to keep throwing em punches
It's very hard sometimes
to keep following my hunches
It's very hard sometimes
cause evil points and lunches

It is hard, hard, hard

MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT
MY LIFE IS A GOOD FIGHT

MY--LIFE--IS--A--GOOD--FIGHT

Life just begun.

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Well! I wrote this one some months ago. Wrote it cause a friend ran out of fear of me. Ha ha h ahha! Life is a mirror. I guess I am posting this for you ..................................................

I am thinking of grabbing the microphone. I am! Something holds me back. Something mental.

I may stop listening to you though. Not like anything, but, you free me. Your words come closest to breaking my chains. Why should I contemplate giving up positive enjoyment? I guess the dangers of my soul getting tied to you scares me. Never could understand why girls faint for some humans till I heard "Focus".

It is like your sounds are crafted for my soul. That is scary. It makes me suspicious of you too. Like, is there some extreme mental code injected into my subconscious through my ears when I listen to your music? Was the engineering gregariously conscious? Hmn! ................ should bow and be happy on her knees. Your music speaks positivity - as my ignorance permits of course.

I wonder what damage it may do. Am talking of when a fan consumes the sounds of his goddess for energy and life. I wonder if that is capable of hurting his goddess. Especially when he ...................I may never write another "almost song" for you again. Thought of writing one about love for you today. It would have been a sad song. It would have been about how I had to tele-port out of your vortex/force. Cause your voice is coaxing and lullabying my heart into love for you and all humanity. That is a dangerous thing. For, Nature should not be prayed to. She is chief. Nature should not be asked. Better to fight with Nature than to let her have her way. The other-wise is too eazy.

What nonsense am I typing? Keep singing. When I do randomly walk into your voice, I will listen and worship my lady. I hope she retains the qualities of my goddess always. I hope she scolds and she kisses when appropriate. I hope she soars through this nothinglessness with happiness while spitting happiness at we lost souls. Just got lost into my mind; the contemplation was the self-reflection of the sentence before this.

Stay beautiful. Shine for those of us who have chosen not to shine.

Should I say bye? Don't answer.