He walks the streets dressed in black
dodging looks from the strangers keeping on his track
eyes were wide open to the world
Knocked back down his face on the ground
his breathing has gotten heavier
he wont give up it's only started
he knows his goal he wont stop until it's found
every thought focused on the pain of the next hit
stumbling to his feet eye to eye with his opponent
hatred and humiliation across his face
time is running out but he needs to go at his own pace
struck with fear everything becomes heavier
lack of air in his lungs a pain in his heart
grabbing his hair screaming in the mirror
how could he be losing to a reflection
slowly taking over he knows this is the hardest part
his mind is his infection
no one can give him his needed protection
