Cursed by my imagination
Teaming with echoes of situations
I do not feel 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 a numbing 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 gotta 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 a numbing 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 a numbing charade
Until the day you finally wake up
And you're not afraid

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