Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting Myself

On the run before ever after
family disaster
Lovers, brothers, bastards
me where to go
I shook my lumps, then off running
Short on wisdom, wits, or
One for all, but all for
the unknown

There's no point to waste the
I've never been strictly sane
I should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains

I tried to your memory
It learned to swim and to me
Kissed my sadistically
And me down below

There's no point to the blame
I've never been speaking sane
I should have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains

I was so then, in psychic self-defense
Wasting energy, something I couldn't see...
fightin' myself

I know time and then it tangles
Strings and feelings mangled
Some threads are severed, still dangle
Some just drift

no point to waste the blame
I've never been strictly speaking
I should have known fresh dirt wash old stains away

The thing I tried to do was end up hurting you
I found my enemy staring back the mirror at me
I've fightin' myself
myself

There's in the ring but me
I broke some things I know just be fixed
While I for what I wanted more than anything
You around for kicks