Paroles: Senses Fail. Life Is Not A Waiting Room. Family Tradition.

I tried to be the one that everybody loved
Where has that gotten me?
I tear myself to shreds to prove that I'm someone
That I could never be
Now these unsightly marks define me

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss
I'm sick

My father taught me first and how to be set free
Give up and run away
I wish I could drain out his half of blood in me
But I'd still have his face
I curse reflections everyday

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss

Here is my own family tradition
Following footsteps into addiction
So is there a way
That i can fight these
While still numbing my pain
Is this my fate
Cause your only son still can't seem to find some way

So help me
Please someone come quick
I think I am losing it
Forgive me I inherited this
From a stranger I'll never miss

So father where the hell are you now
I think that you would be proud
Your son who so unluckily fell right next to the tree

I hope you're proud of me
I hope you're proud...