Crash The Mirror

Spent half my life

Looking across the ring,

Waiting on the bell,

Waiting on anything.

Then I looked in the mirror.

There you are.

I blamed

bad roads, bad breaks,

bad timing,

Every locked door, every mountain I was climbing,

Blamed the ones who left,

blamed the ones who stayed,

Blamed every hand I got and every hand I played.

Funny thing about running from the man in your way— Every damn

morning

He's there the next day.

No crowd.

No referee.

No place

left to leave. I finally figured out—

The real fight begins with me.

THE REAL FIGHT BEGINS WITH ME,

With the man that I was And the man I'm gonna be.

No more looking outside For an enemy— If I want out of

here,

THE REAL FIGHT BEGINS WITH ME.

I've talked myself out of a thousand good days,

Waited for tomorrow in a hundred different ways,

Knew every excuse before it left my mouth,

Built my own walls then complained I couldn't get out.

That's a hell of a thing When you finally can see— Nobody

knows how to stop me Better than me.

So ring the bell.

No hiding now.

No pointing left.

No looking around.

One life. Two hands.

Heart still beats. If somebody's gotta beat that motherfucker— IT'S ME.

THE REAL FIGHT BEGINS WITH ME!

Not the world, Not the past,

Not the things I couldn't keep!

I KNOW WHO'S STANDING BETWEEN THERE AND ME—

And for the first damn time,

HE LOOKS BEATABLE TO ME.

The real fight— BEGINS.

WITH.

ME.