Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting Myself

On the run since ever after
Standard disaster
Lovers, brothers, bastards
Told me 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 to waste the blame
I've never been strictly sane
I have known fresh dirt won't wash old stains away

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

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

I was so angry then, in psychic
energy, fighting something I couldn't see...
Just myself

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

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

The last thing I tried to do was end up you
I found my enemy back from the mirror at me
I've been myself
myself

There's in the ring but me
I some things I know just can't be fixed
While I fought for I wanted more than anything
You stuck for kicks