fight, draft 2

walk into a fight
lookin down barrels of a gun
i should turn around right now
but i don't dare break into a run!
my eyes are wide open
and i dont want this
needa clean out my anger
get calm and reach bliss

but sometimes there are people
who just try to push me around
and while i try to back away
without being run into the ground
i lose my composure
get drunk and take some swings
i really shoulda left and calmed myself
but i end up lingering

yes it hard to be strong
in strange this way
i dont wanna fight
just wanna turn the page
im not trying to save face
i do want to do good
but i get sucked in sometimes
its hard to change the mood

chorus:
sometimes people like to say
brawlin is so great
they seem so delighted!
but, this is what its like!
you'll be bloody and broken
you'll be humble maybe proven
all your energy is wasted
if you're trying to live an ideal

verse
sitting on my bed
and thinking about fights
i messed up
and focused on wrongs not peoples rights
ignored my own development
lashed out in frustration
guilty of handed out pain
and i fucked her over again

i am a fool, oh yeah!
but i swear i felt so wronged!
sometimes i act like my bruises..
are important but i'm bum!
we're so stupid and make ourselves big
we try to make ourselves great
i shouldn't throw punches
thats not what i want for my fate

chorus
but some people like to say
that its so fun to play
all of these fightin games
if you believe that no hope remains
somebodys bloody and broken
youre humbled and feelin proven
it was a waste time
blinded by chivalry you're not a knight

verse
ive assessed the situation
ive got a broken nose
my head is feelin sore
and i have some broken toes
i'm wounded
stubbornness and pride
i can fight real well
but im lost inside

i yell out my insults
and i fall into fits
drawn into battle
i'm obscured by mists
i feel like a monster
i've done bad things
it was all for glory
pain is all i bring

im definately no saint
what with all the blood on my hands
but i swear i have goals
i really do wanna be a better man
everybody knows
that i'm guilty on all counts
i'm a work in progress
but i'll climb the mountain

some people like to say
that its fun to play
all those fighting games
every night every day
i was suckered and im broken
im humble and strong
i wasted my time
i was wrong all along

toll has been taken
my wrongs are clear
friends are broken
knocked 'em out but i had no fear
hacked away at goodness
destroyed all things
i put my weapons away
and peace is what i bring