I do this to myself Accept fights I could never win
Search for ways to disprove What I've sought all of my days
Hurl myself into the ring A luchador with something to prove
The fight rages on And I lose my will
In fear and self doubt I sabotage my win
Allowing the opponent that is my mind To deliver that last fateful blow
The History: I stayed up late and compared myself to everything you could want in a woman. I break my own heart over and over again until you grow tired and leave.