FIght I Couldn't Win Songtext
von Keni Thomas

Eighth grade, standing my ground
Outweighed by at least thirty pounds
Old Willie T. James, meanest boy in the school
Toe to toe outside of homeroom
Like two gunslingers in the hall at high noon
There′s no backing down now, you'd just look like a fool

Somebody had to stand up to him
I stood up and got knocked back down again
That′s a fight I couldn't win

Stumbling for words on the phone
Dad's trying to tell me why he′s not coming home
"It′s your mother and me, boy, it's not your fault"
So it′s one weekend a month and a summer vacation
Made a special trip back for my graduation
Said, "I'm proud of you, son, take good care of your mom"


I tried to be a man and hold it in
I didn′t want to cry in front of him
That's a fight I couldn′t win

And sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you're gonna lose
You try to choose your battles
But sometimes they choose you

Soldiers holding our ground
Shots ringing out and good men going down
We were caught in arms way, way too far from home
Well, it's not about pride or the headline story
Not for the country or even old glory
At times like that, you′re trying to bring each other back home

I ran over to help my friend
I tried to keep the life inside of him
Mhm, I tried
That′s a fight I couldn't win
That′s a fight I couldn't win