Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting Myself

On the run since ever after
Standard disaster
Lovers, brothers, other
Told me to go
I my lumps, then took off running
on wisdom, wits, or cunning
One for all, but all for
Into the

There's no point to the blame
I've been strictly speaking sane
I should have fresh dirt won't wash old stains away

I to drown your memory
It to swim and clung to me
my cheek sadistically
And me down below

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

I was so angry then, in psychic
Wasting energy, fighting something I see...
Just myself

I know time and then it tangles
Strings attached and feelings
Some threads are severed, some dangle
just drift away

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

The last thing I tried to do was end up 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 things I know just can't be fixed
While I fought for what I wanted more than
You around for kicks