Living in your car you had nothing but yourself no one there to love you no one but yourself
You hide behind a curtain of glass every night before you get in the ring
You break your bones for fun they want to see your nose bleed cuts and bruises all over your back is what keeps them entertained They pay good money for your show though they always bet on your rivals it's not enough to make a living but it's not too little to **** you either
Bleached your hair again cover up the grey your daughter won't recognize you you haven't seen her in days
You wake up in your car you wish you could die you limp to the gym because you have a show tonight
You hide behind bottled-up feelings right before you get in the ring to die again and again every night to stay alive and keep them entertained.