We know you better than you know yourself
We're worried
You've been acting like someone else
Circling wagons without a battle
Running the rapids without a paddle
Galloping horses without a saddle
Whoa oh oh
You were born to fight
Like your fists are full of hell
Maybe it's time to stop fighting yourself
We're worried about you
Spitting into the wind on every ride
Sprinting up every hill you have to climb
Circling wagons without a battle
Running the rapids without a paddle
Galloping horses without a saddle
Whoa-oh-oh
You were born to
Fight
Fight
Fight
You know you're not okay
You know you're not okay
You know you're not okay
You were born to
You were born to
You were born to
You were born to
Fight
Like your fists are full of hell
Maybe it's time to stop fighting yourself
We're worried about you
Fight
Like your fists are full of hell
Maybe it's time to stop fighting yourself
I'm worried about you
