And as I lay here on the floor, staring at the dust
Ican't help but think that suicide's a must
But I can't, I can't, I mean it; I can't
My mind is working up a fighting chant
*I'm fighting with myself*
*I'm fighting with myself*
Two thoughts are battling it out
Insanity is building up a shout
It's a scary feeling being torn in two
Like each aprt is stealing, stealing a peice of you
*I'm fighting with myself*
*I'm fighting with myself*
What was the peak of the storm has taken a dive
And for now, I can say "I'm alive"
Some days it seems like a sick game
It has to get better soon, it cannot stay the same
Fighting with myself
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