Semula

It's your aim to shame me
Just please spare me your sanctimony
Semula
Seems like you're mocking me
The way you’re talking to me
And closing doors (close)
Every time I step in the arena
Semula
Can't trust a man when he’s thriving
And one sick motive keeps him driving
Using fighting words
Though it's manifold
You know who gets hurt
In this warrior ordeal
Semula
Your loved ones will be proud of you
And say their judgment reflects
Highly on you