Still Fighting the Secret Battles With Myself (Official Lyrics Video)

Still Fighting the Secret Battles (With Myself) is a grit-and-soul country song about the wars no one sees — the internal fights between who you are, who you were, and who you’re trying to become.

This isn’t about enemies out there.
It’s about the one in the mirror.

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You’re not alone in this fight


LYRICS

Verse 1
I wake up every morning to a familiar face,
Looks steady, looks fine, looks put in place.
But there’s a war behind these tired eyes
That never makes the front-page lines.
I lace my boots, I square my jaw,
Tell the world I’m standing tall.
But the hardest fight I fight these days
Isn’t out there at all.

I’ve fought storms I could point to,
Fought nights I could explain.
But this one lives under my skin
And answers to my name.
No witness, no referee,
No medals on the shelf.
I’m still fighting the secret battles…
With myself.

Verse 2
I fight the man I used to be,
The one who knew no better.
I fight the words I should’ve said,
The ones that haunt my letters.
I fight regret like it’s a habit,
Fight guilt like it’s the law.
I fight the echo of every choice
That still knocks on my door.

I fight the urge to shut down,
To numb what I can’t fix.
I fight the lie that running away
Would finally give me rest.
I don’t talk about this fight much,
I keep it to myself.
Some battles don’t need an audience —
They just need survival.

Chorus
I’m still fighting the secret battles,
The ones nobody knows.
The quiet wars behind closed doors,
The weight that never shows.
I don’t bleed where you can see it,
I don’t ask for help.
Yeah, I’m still fighting the secret battles…
With myself.

Verse 3
I fight my doubts in the dead of night
When sleep won’t stay around.
When every thought I buried deep
Starts making its own sound.
I fight the fear I’m falling short,
That I’ve already failed.
I fight the thought that maybe strength
Is just another jail.

I fight the mirror every day,
Asking who I’ve become.
I fight the pressure to have it all
While feeling close to none.
I carry smiles like camouflage,
Wear calm like it’s my health.
But the loudest voice I wrestle with
Still sounds like myself.

Chorus
I’m still fighting the secret battles,
In the quiet after dark.
When the world finally lets me rest
And I’m alone with my heart.
I don’t throw punches,
I don’t yell.
I just take the hits and stand.
Yeah, I’m still fighting the secret battles
Like a broken, stubborn man.

Verse 4
I fight the faith I almost lost,
The prayers I couldn’t say.
I fight believing there’s a reason
For walking this way.
I fight the anger I swallow whole,
The sadness I don’t name.
I fight becoming someone bitter
Just to survive the pain.

I fight the past that won’t stay buried,
The memories that bite.
I fight forgiving who I was
Just to sleep at night.
I fight the need to be understood
Versus staying strong.
I fight choosing silence
When honesty feels wrong.

Bridge
Nobody sees this side of me,
The side that barely breathes.
The side that keeps it all together
While begging for relief.
They see the man who made it through,
Who kept his head up high.
They never saw the cost of it,
Or how many nights I died.

But I’m still here, still standing,
Still choosing not to quit.
Even when the enemy I explained
Is the one I live with.
And maybe that’s what courage is —
Not winning every fight.
Just staying in the ring
When you’re tired of the night.

Verse 5
I fight the urge to disappear,
To stop trying to be seen.
I fight the thought that maybe peace
Is something I don’t deserve.
I fight staying present,
Fight not shutting down.
I fight staying soft in a world
That rewards being stone.

I fight loving myself enough
To let tomorrow come.
I fight staying hopeful
When hope feels numb.
I don’t know if I’ll ever win,
I don’t know what’s left.
I just know I’m still here,
Still fighting…
With myself.

Final Chorus
I’m still fighting the secret battles,
But I haven’t walked away.
I’m still choosing to show up
Even on my weakest days.
I may never tell the whole truth,
May never ask for help.
But if you’re fighting tonight too,
You’re not the only one fighting yourself.

Outro
If you’re tired,
If you’re worn,
If the fight feels unfair —
You’re not broken.
You’re still breathing.
And that means you’re still here.