fight, draft 4

verse:
there are some people
pressing my buttons
i going to walk away
ultimately this happens
im losing my mind
im take swipes
i should've gone away
but im not right or nice

chorus:
some people want to say
how great brawlin is
they are so fuckin happy
that im fightin for them...
you'll be bloody
maybe be humble
no energy
and you're living ideals

verse:
i yell out all my insults,
falling into fits.
drawn into so many fights
over bullshit.
sometimes i feel like a bad guy
'cause i do some bad things
[i do it for glory
but pain is all i bring]

checking myself out after a fight
i had a broken nose
head was quite sore
and i had broken toes
im so wounded, yeah
im stubborn and proud
i swear im the best
but im losing ground

im not trying to be a saint
and there's blood on my hands
i've got goals to be a better man (redemptiom, yeah.)
i wanna be redeemed
everybody who knows me
knows that im so bloody guilty
i'm tryin to fix my flaws
i'm a mountain climber

chorus:
some weirdos love to say
how great it is fucking around
with all those fights
it beats me suddenly and im down
suckered and broken
i'm humble and feelin so strong
wasting my time
i was wrong.