Fighting! We were fightingnYou are fighting with the weaknAnd I hope you know that I’ve got demons of my ownnIn me..nnYou are the thorn in my sidenAnd you couldn’t keep me alive if you triednIf my wounds could only heal with these splintersnYou left in my heartnnHiding! I was hiding, I was hiding underneathnAnd I’m tired, Yeah, I’m tirednOf these childish games of hide and go seeknnYou are brining me downnYou keep brining me downnYou were brining me downnOh, no, no, no!nnThese a scorn you are brewing withinnWith thunder and lighting insidenLike a child you will run and you’ll hidenBut I know what destroys your priden