Ugly Battle

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By WittrR

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.

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