A fight against my own

My location is known and so are the parameters.
Seven days are there in a week,
on all of which I am alive.
On none of them however do I live.
On the bus, down to the city
There is a crowd to behold
Living, dying creatures of flesh and blood
I watch them and I'm told
I am similar to them in every way

Today I fight
A fight against my own
Everywhere I roam
Until late in the night

Go sing a song
practice the arts you have been taught
You could be successful
You have talents to be used
Take my words to heart

No I won't
Because I'm on a fight
a fight against my own
Everywhere I roam
until late in the night