Last round

Looks like I'm in for a fight

Knocked down

There is nowhere left to hide

Stick 'n' move

When I try to run away

Old one two

I only end up face to face

Mirror mirror getting clearer

It's just me and my shadow

Dancing round the ring

I try to fight it

But then how can I win

When I'm only shadow boxing

Time out

I'm looking for a

Standing eight

No doubt

My inside has come out to play

Bob 'n' weave

It's conscious of my

Every move

Been deceived

Can no longer ignore the truth

Mirror mirror getting clearer

Split decision blur my vision