You knocked me off my feetAnd I fell face first on the concreteI took a blow to the lipsAnd I didn't even know himThere's no point in hiding the hateYou can find in the pain that you call your ownThere's no point in shying from thisThat a fly in the boy is on his ownYou knowYou looked me in the eyesAnd I bet you thought I was paralyzedI took a blow to the chestNow I've been underestimatedThere's no point in hiding the hateYou can find in the pain that you call your ownThere's no point in shying from thisThat a fly in the boy is on his ownYou knowThere's no point in hiding the hateYou can find in the pain that you call your ownThere's no point in shying from thisThat a fly in the boy is on his ownYou knowI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeI'll fight you till the timeTo the topTo the top