"The Fighter" lyrics

I should write down these words 'fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them
Someday you may wanna know who I am
Beyond this facade, no guitar in my hand
No, I am not a writer

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
I am all I am, all I was to you
The lie and the promise, the great escape artist
The weed in your garden in that place you're still guarding
Where I am not a liar

I am the fighter
Though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter
Few will remember my name

These are hands that can offer protection
But hid me from my own reflection
I'm that book that ain't finished, the sink full of dishes
The horse that ain't winning, that priest that's still sinning
The spark that starts the fire

I am the fighter
Though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter
Few will remember my name

With loneliness next to me, fear sits in misery
Nursing another black eye
On the New Jersey turnpike, I'm counting the headlights
As cars, just like days, pass me by

I am the fighter
Though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter
Few will remember my name

I am the fighter
Though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter
A fighter is born, but not made

I should write down these words 'fore I lose them
Or write you a song just to use them