On the field of battle, I have met the enemy-
And I found to my amazement, that the foe I faced was me.
The one who has betrayed me, and made me but a slave-
Is the one into whoís face I look, each time I go to shave.
His pride has brought my downfall, more times than a few.
And hastened situations when the outcome I forenew-
The things the fool has made me do, is nought but a disgrace
Iíve often cut my nose off, just to spite my face.
Iíd like to turn the thing around, I fear itís far too late-
I have dashed in, where angels feared, and often tempted fate.
A mournful dirge, borne on the wind, with time I've come to see..
Iíve met the foe, who laid me low, the enemy is ...ME!