My Enemy
I know my enemy
I’ve seen them before
I know my enemy
I’ve had them on the floor
My enemy knows me
Better than most
My enemy knows me
They want me to be toast
We have fought for years
Over any trivial thing
We have fought for years
Wanting to be king
I have won, I have lost
When it mattered a lot
I have won, I have lost
When it mattered not a jot
Now I’m old and worn I wonder
Will we ever stop fighting?
Now I’m old and worn I wonder
Will we ever stop smiting?
I know my enemy
It is obvious to see
I know my enemy
My enemy is me
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