It ain't about how hard you can hit.

It's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward.

I'm trying Rocky.

I'm trapped in the corner and my guard is scrumbling

Liver shot
Uppercut
One two
Hook
Straight
I'm getting pummeled and the ref should've stopped the fight by now

But he won't
He got paid off
He's gonna let my opponent beat on me until I'm a smear on the mat

But I can take a punch.

I've spent my whole life taking punches.
From opponents and myself.

And I'll be damned if I don't see my opening and take my shot and beat this heavyweight called life.

I'll take this break-up recovery on the chin. My knees are wobbling but I'm still standing.
This seperation straight to the stomach. The wind's knocked out of me but I'm still standing.
This couch-hopping to the side. My ribs are screaming but I'm still standing.
I'll take this loneliness all 12 rounds. My muscles are aching but I'm still moving forward.

I'm still moving forward.

And if I do fall?
Mickey said it best.
"If you're hurt, and you feel yourself goin' down, a little lady gonna whisper in your ear. She's gonna say, 'GET UP, YOU SONOFABITCH!'"

And I will.

Because I didn't hear no bell.