After all the things you put me through,
You think I dispise you,
All those things you said,
And all those things ahead,
You told me I'd never make it,
You told me just to quit,
But really you made me a fighter,
Just a bit brighter,
I became something you were afraid of,
But I'm sorry love,
All those words, that were said,
I still kept up my head,
I held on tighter,
Cause you made me a fighter,
Just a bit stronger,
I couldn't hold on any longer,
But I did,
And I got rid,
Of all those things you said,
As I layed in that bunk bed,
alone,
As you told me with that tone,
But really you made me a Fighter.
