Until Death Collective

I know what it is…
It’s the Loneliest Sport…
I’ve got thousands of rounds in there…
My time is up…
You can’t lie in there…
I never did…
Because you can’t…
We have a term for it…
Some call it the ring…
Some call it the squared circle…
Those of us that know better, call it something else…
The “Chamber of Truth”
We’ll see it!!!
I can only be there in the locker room to wrap your hands…
Work the mitts to get you warmed up…
Now you’ve gotta get in there…
The crowd is cheering…
They say your name…
It’s time to fight…
The bell rings…
I can only be there in between rounds…
Give you instructions…
Now you’ve gotta tell the truth…
You land some…
You take some…
Maybe they call you a champion…
Maybe they don’t…
It’s just a fight kid…
That’s all it is…
The bell rings…
For the final time…
It’s over…
But you told the truth…
Just like I dd at one point…
We fight, We win, We lose, We draw…
Now I cut your wraps off…
Just like they did for me…
It’s done…
Now nobody is shouting your name…
You’re just in the parking lot…
Getting ready to drive home…
You’re alone with your thoughts…
And now nobody cares…
But I’ll see you at the place called the gym come Monday..
To do it again…
But until then…
You think about it…
There’s no crowd around you now…
You’re just alone with your thoughts…
You’re just alone…
Like I was…
At one point…
It’s the Loneliest Sport….
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