WHen do you stand your ground, never give up; and when do you throw in the towel?
I'm ready to quite, to call it a day. I'm ready to say 'to hell with it all!'
But deep down inside, I know it's not meant to be. Because I'll never be a quitter.
Through marrow and bone, I'll fight to survive. Through rainy days and thunderous nights.
I'll hold on to that with childish arms, never to stop, to breath or pause. Because, if you break, you'll fall apart.
But down here with me, my teddybear sweet, holds on to me with eyes that plead: Never give up, never grow cold,
you're all that I have to fight for this dream, so regardless of limits or that breaking point, we step on, never to pause.
Fighting is all we know, and all we live for. But, tonight, and only once, we may break down.
And though we know a weakness it is, fighting forever can never be real.
So down here with me, my teddybear sweet, stay by my side,
fighting for what is, and what perhaps could be.