Fighting! We were fighting
You are fighting with the weak
And I hope you know that I've got demons of my own
In me..

You are the thorn in my side
And you couldn't keep me alive if you tried
If my wounds could only heal with these splinters
You left in my heart

Hiding! I was hiding, I was hiding underneath
And I'm tired, Yeah, I'm tired
Of these childish games of hide and go seek

You are brining me down
You keep brining me down
You were brining me down
Oh, no, no, no!

These a scorn you are brewing within
With thunder and lighting inside
Like a child you will run and you'll hide
But I know what destroys your pride