The Spill Canvas - Battles текст песни

Cursed by my imagination,
Teaming with echoes of situations
I do not do well, pressed beneath this spell
Polishing my social skills,
With one more drink, and two more pills
I do not feel good, I thought by now I would

But then again
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself,
That leave you insecure
It's all just lone charade
Until the day you finally wake up,
And you're not afraid

Bound by my own disposition,
The endless hunt to find fruition
I'm insatiable, even if my cup is full
My sore throats, are now routine
I've got to write those songs, make 'em scream
They're insatiable, even if their ears are full

But then again
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself,
That leave you insecure
It's all just lone charade
Until the day you finally wake up,
And you're not
Afraid

It's like one thousand paper cuts,
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself,
That leave you insecure
It's all just lone charade
Until the day you finally wake up,
And you're not afraid