Family Tradition - Senses Fail

I try to be the one that everybody loves

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-hand 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 every day

Here is my own family tradition:

Following footsteps into addiction

So, is there a way

That I can find peace, while still numbing my pain?

Is this my fate?

'Cause your only son still can’t seem to find a way

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!