fight, draft 3

verse:
there are some fuckin people
who push all my buttons
i try to walk away
but you can guess what happens
i lose my composure
and i take some swipes
i should've left
but i swear im not nice

chorus:
oh! some people like to say
that brawlin is so great
they are so delighted
that im fightin
but you'll be bloody
and maybe be humble
all ur energy is wasted
i'm living shitty ideals

verse:
i yell out insults
fall into fits
drawn into so many fights
over bullshit
sometimes i feel like a bad guy
cause ive done bad things
i did it all for my glory
but pains all i bring

checking myself out
i had a broken nose
head was feelin sore
i've got broken toes
im wounded, yeah
it was stubbornness and pride
i swear i can fight
but im empty inside

i am no saint
i have blood on my hands
but i have goals
i wanna be a better man
everybody who knows me
knows that i am guilty
i'm tryin to fixin myself
i climb mountains willingly

chorus:
some people like to say
how fun it is to play
all of these fighting games
every night and day
but i've been suckered and broken
i'm humble, feelin strong
i wasted my time
and i've been wrong