I think I got in over my head
Fish out of water – suffocating
Better off without you – dead
Dreaming and wishing without hesitating

Houston we have a problem here
Self indulging to my sick pleasures
Selfish ideals clashing – my dear
When two hearts become one are severed

Sets off your alarms – hostile
Makes your sight blurry
The gloves flew off the tile
Now I am fighting dirty

Thoughts need to be made – decisions
Your selfish battle I shall win 
My hopes, dreams, and ambitions
You will be fine cause you are ugly as sin.