schizophonicone

I give my all, my everything. Anything you want. I strive to be.
That's right... God knows I try.
Or am I stuck somewhere between who I am and who I hope to be?
Am I fighting a good fight?

I've come so far to fall too fast. As foreward, I can't look back.
I try... Lord knows I try.
I shift my eyes to the sky. In the distance I see the horizon light.
She waits for me, fighting a good fight.

Keep pressing on...
Fight the good fight... Fight,
what you know is wrong,
and keep pressing on...
Fight the good fight... Fight.

Remember it. Sometimes I fall in between the night's blue moon
and the shadows it defies... and I'll keep fighting.