hold me tighter, cause i'm a fighter
Beat It lyrics
[1st Verse]
They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It
[2nd Verse]
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
[3rd Verse]
They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It
[4th Verse]
You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
[Chorus]
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
[Chorus]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
its been an interesting week to be honest.
in many aspects pretty fucked up. I can't believed man utd lost again after that 4-1 defeat.
and it seems like everyone's having a bad week. from dj to 624 to myself, to half the soccer boys, and like.. yea. almost everyone i know. i haven't had the heart to call anyone to chat, cause nearly everyone i kno's been having it poor. and i just found out a pretty good confidant just left for melbourne. I knwo you won't see this nic, but take care!
but that wasn't the point of this post anyway.
( i kinda procastinated too much that i forgot most of it already)
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've screwed up a large portion of my life up.
like despite everything often turning out right, i just manage to find a reason to screw it back up.
but i guess, there's enough balls in me to turn around and spit out the blood, to stand up again, and push it back on.
I'll admit the feeling sucked on tuesday. I was just getting on in the 2nd half, whilst playing soccer, when a tackle from this other fella left my ankle feeling a little loose. 20 mins, and running around the pitch like an aimless chicken and a very poorly taken shot at goal (thankfully it was at least on target) later, my ankle felt like it couldnt take anymore. I needed to get out of the pitch. I shouted for a substitution (abit too desperately, on hindsight) cause the ref was being really strict about substitutions like you had to get out of the field before the other fella could enter, so i was like worried about an infringement on the rules.
i guess i over did the shouting for the substitution cause i became the butt of the jokes thereafter.
"eh young man. uncle here is 45 years old and you don't hear me shouting for a substitution."
i swear, all i wanted to do was to dig a hole in the ground and hide there. Seriously, it was like, wow jason so for all the running you do at the reservoir duno how many times a week, you can't even last 1 half of a soccer match!?
talk about. ouch. my fitness has always been something i've been decently proud of. And its not just a relative thing, like cause i'm fat and stuff so my fitness is 'better' than others who are thinner but are doing relatively smilar to me. (no lukie this is not a criticism of you).
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but i'm a fighter. I don't like to wallow in self pity and blame this and that. yea maybe that fella had something against you and is kinda biased against you. so? then stand up and prove him wrong. That's always been my rationale. Yea fine, scold me once, laugh at me, I'm man enough to admit my mistakes, my faults. But I've got enough spirit in me to fight and make you eat your words. I'll just keep coming back (hopefully) stronger.
maybe that's why I've been called stalker.
I've been suffering fom insomnia recently. and its pissing me off. I think i'm becoming alcoholic. I sincerely understand why people actually wanna drink so much. While I'll never understand why people can 'enjoy' beer with steaks and stuff like that, I'll understand why alcohol is such a wonderful tool to escape from all your problems. The feeling when you get high is so....
woo...
feels like insomnia ooh oh oh.
EDIT:
I was looking for a title for this blog post and i was looking thru my song lyrics looking for one that briefly mentioned about fighting and stuff. I found the song beat it after some searching, but since I have a sort of a 'rule' about using lyrics fm songs featureed in the same post in the titles. Somehow,the curent title just struck me. I cant remember where i got i from (i blame this in part to the splititng headache i have from drinking) or where i read it from. Myguess is its from ablog, but oh well. I did some research and apparently its a song from (surprise surprise) The Click Five - Kidnap My Heart. and apparently the correct lyric is you've got to hold me tighter, cause i'm a real fighter. strange. I could have sworn i remember the word baby to be included somewhere in it but oh well.
the lyrics look intersting,I guess i'll go to youtube to find check out the song when I'm back from my camp. Looks like a pretty good song, just like mary jane.
and I'm still pretty lazy to pack my stuff for camp... later today. 11am at boon lay mrt. let's hope i can get some fun out of this.
peace out people.
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