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(Esoterical)
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

(Esoterical)
Isn't the part where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

Isn't this the part where the feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i and then i scream and then i

(jD)
Rest assured and father, your sons doing fine,
stressed to depressed in debt at the depth of
regret, but mother and father rest assured, sons
doing fine, just a couple hard times, i'm to lay
off the medication, i can swallow a handful no
effect, it's me, but i love it when my liver
my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under
the faucet, fade away the colors, problems in a
closet, i can't stand, my head beats for days, i
the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink,
never been tipsy, i will, truthfully, it really
me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the
world all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you
can drink it down, but is all you got, I'll take
your advice, and up to be whatever the fuck you're
not

Isn't this the part where the burning loses
for me
and i and i fall and then i scream and then i

Isn't this the part where the burning loses
for me
and i fight and i and then i scream and then i

(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I a
bottle, take a swallow, and my hopes to nowhere,
80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are lost
in the process of memory loss, as I bury
heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot,
and take shot and just let my body drop, It's
like my static, or just another escape, a friend
to numb the days take too much for me to face, so
I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and a
night to let liquids kill my consciousness,
screaming at the walls as if they fucking listen,
too drunk to think, I can't remember what I was
even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for
to kick in, It's morning and I'm making
confessions to the porcelain, I quit, just to say
I have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm
almost convinced that I could through with it,
my solutions only make me sick, my caustic
eventually hits quick, and I'm it like an
addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle to
swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I
another of tragic.

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i and then i

Isn't this the part where the feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

Isn't this the part where i stand by and the
fall
I'm falin' apart, i'm fallin apart
Isn't this the part i stand by and watch the
world

(Esoterical)
I don't glorify i do to escape, but i don't
completely regret it either. It's like Wilde
said, "To regret one's own is to arrest
one's own development. To deny one's own is
to put a lie into the lips of life. It is no less
a denial of the soul."