Fighter
So many things that they say,so many words I could never take away.
All the tears that I've cried, so many times people pass me by.
They don't even want to talk to me they would rather argue about my personality.
They want me to take my life and fit it in their box just right,
but I will not and I will fight.I'm gonna keep fighting until I die.
I won't give up,I won't give in,
I'll keep fightng until the end.
Cause I'm a fighter and I'll just keep holding on to get through this storm.
Cause fighter's don't give up or give in they keep fighting till the end.
Cause I'm a fighter,fighter,yea!
I'm a fighter,fighter,yea!
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