Senses Fail    Family Traiditions   Life Is Not a Waiting Room   -done by ear, the [mistakes] are highlighted-      I tried to be the one that everybody loved   [your hands] that got me       I tear myself to shreds    To prove that I'm someone   That I could never me    Now these [unsightly] marks define me      So help me   Please someone come quick   I think I am losing it   Forget me    I inherited this    From a stranger I'll never miss      I'm sick      My Father taught me   Firsthand how to be set free   Give up and run away      I wish I could drain    Out his half of blood in me   But I still have his face      I curse reflections every day      So help me   Please someone come quick   I think I am losing it   Forget 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 find peace while still marrying my pain   Is this my fate,   cuz your only son still can't seem to find his way      'cuz your [honourable] son still can't seem to find the way      So help me   Please someone come quick   I think I am losing it   Forget 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's so unlike a leaf fell right next to the tree      I hope you’re proud of me   I hope you’re proud...