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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bare bulb swinging
Over last month’s bills
He wraps his hands
Till the tape stands still
Sweat on the table
Cold coffee in her cup
He says, “I’m so tired
Of always coming up stuck”
[Pre-Chorus]
He kicks off his shoes
Drops his stare to the floor
“I’m one punch away
From walking out that door…”
[Chorus]
I’m at my breakpoint, baby
Back to the ropes, can’t breathe
But when the world starts countin’
You still count on me
You put your hands on my face
Say, “You were never made to break”
I’m at my breakpoint, baby
But you won’t let me fade
[Verse 2]
Tournament flyer
Crushed in his fist
Entry fee circled
Like a dare he can’t resist
He says, “What if I lose?
What if this is all I am?”
She laughs through the worry
Says, “Then we’ll lose as who we are, not as ‘also-rans’”
[Pre-Chorus]
She straightens his wrists
Kisses knuckles gone red
“Go take every hit
You’ve already lived in your head”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
One round from folding
One breath from done
[whispered vocals]
She leans in, “Remember
Who you were, my stubborn one”
[gentle piano only]
“If the lights go dark
I’ll still be ringside
If your legs give out
You fall on my side”
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration4:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
jazz, Big-room pop power ballad with bluesy jazz chords on piano and warm electric bass; brushed kit on verses, then full, driving drums and stacked female harmonies in the chorus. Male vocals, gritty and dynamic, with horn stabs and organ swells lifting key lines. Bridge strips back to voice and piano before a final, climactic chorus with ad-libs and a soaring brass line., pop, blues
Credits
Prompt byNoiseHybrid471
ModelAria v5
Prompt
pop, jazz, blues powerful song of a boxer and his wife living pay check to pay check he applies for a tournament and will give him his big break, he’s at his breaking point, the wife gives him hope
