Luyện nghe bài hát Battles

Cursed by my
with echoes of situations
I do not feel well, beneath this spell

my social skills
With one drink and two more pills
I do not feel good, I thought by now I
But again

It's like one thousand cuts
Soaked in
Like the battles yourself
That you insecure

It's all just a charade
Until the day you wake up
And not afraid

Bound by my own
The endless hunt to find
I'm insatiable even if my cup is

My sore are now routine
I gotta write those songs, make 'em
They're insatiable even if their are full
But then

It's like one thousand paper
in vinegar
Like the battles yourself
That leave you

It's all just a charade
the day you finally wake up
And not afraid

like one thousand paper cuts
Soaked in
Like the with yourself
That you insecure

It's all just a charade
Until the day you finally up
And you're not