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

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

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

(jD)
Rest assured mother and father, your doing fine,
stressed to depressed in debt at the depth of
regret, but and father rest assured, your sons
doing fine, just a couple hard times, i'm to lay
off the medication, i can a handful with 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 for days, i can't
beat the pain, i 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 confesses all to Daniel a hypnotist, Dad you
can it down, but anger 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 fight and i fall and i scream and then i

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

(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I a
bottle, take a swallow, and my hopes to nowhere,
80 and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost
in the of temporary memory loss, as I bury
every thought, sit back and take another shot,
and take another shot and just let my body drop,
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 in my decadence, and waste a
night to let clear kill my consciousness,
screaming at the walls as if could fucking listen,
too drunk to think, I can't even remember I was
even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for
luck to kick in, It's morning and I'm
to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say
I don't have an addiction, the over hits, and I'm
almost convinced I could follow through with it,
my only make me sick, my caustic thirst
eventually quick, and I'm craving it like an
addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle to
swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I
form of tragic.

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

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

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

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