Lyrics Battles

Cursed my imagination
Teeming 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 1000 paper cuts
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself
That leave you insecure
It’s all just a known charade
Till 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