I throw a punch

You ever wonder why every battle feels the same?

Like you're swinging at a ghost but can't escape the pain

Round and round we go, yeah, I've been here before

Fighting phantoms till my knuckles hit the floor

Thought I saw an enemy moving through the rain

Throwing combinations, but something felt strange

Been chasing shadows down these streets for days

Every victory hollow, every win feels fake

They say success is sweet but mine tastes like rust

Building walls around me that I thought I could trust

Breaking bottles, burning bridges just because