shadowboxing Lyrics

I was shadowboxing

With my detractors

The paint was drying

I was stuck in the corner

For all of you good for nothing non-factors

You spilled the bucket on the floor

You're part of what these gloves are for

A jab, a cross, a blank look of loss

One, two divots on the bag's cloth

I hope this display of rage quickens

The smell of your paint growing faint

But in time, it will dry

The smell will subside

I will live my life

I will walk away

Maybe if someone held me and told me it'd be alright for a change

Maybe i wouldn't be inclined to act so deranged

Just a thought, a humble thought among all these pangs of pain

This is the tipping or breaking point for me, personally