Ugly Battle, by WittrR
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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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Posted: 2011-05-03 01:16:16 UTC |
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