| Song | Every Day Is A Struggle |
| Artist | Senses Fail |
| Album | Still Searching |
| I was the chap stick in your purse, to keep you smooth | |
| I was a finger in your throat, to keep you cute | |
| My liver hates you for walking out on us | |
| My kidney’s drowning in a pool of a long lost love | |
| I stole your perfume to spray in my room | |
| You will always be here | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I’m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I’m rotting out my insides slowly | |
| I was the hand that held your hair back from your face | |
| Now I must forget the way you taste | |
| I stole your perfume to spray in my room | |
| You will always be here | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I’m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I’m rotting out my insides slowly | |
| I love you so damn much, | |
| I’ll even start to pray | |
| I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay | |
| I love you so damn much, | |
| I’ll even start to pray | |
| I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I’m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I’m rotting out my inside | |
| I’m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I’m rotting out my insides | |
| I love you so much, | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much that | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much, | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much that | |
| I started praying |
| I was the chap stick in your purse, to keep you smooth | |
| I was a finger in your throat, to keep you cute | |
| My liver hates you for walking out on us | |
| My kidney' s drowning in a pool of a long lost love | |
| I stole your perfume to spray in my room | |
| You will always be here | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I' m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I' m rotting out my insides slowly | |
| I was the hand that held your hair back from your face | |
| Now I must forget the way you taste | |
| I stole your perfume to spray in my room | |
| You will always be here | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I' m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I' m rotting out my insides slowly | |
| I love you so damn much, | |
| I' ll even start to pray | |
| I' ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you' ll stay | |
| I love you so damn much, | |
| I' ll even start to pray | |
| I' ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you' ll stay | |
| So much for the past year | |
| I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain | |
| I got from | |
| Your eyes, oh, your eyes | |
| I' m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I' m rotting out my inside | |
| I' m burning out my bedside, and | |
| I' m rotting out my insides | |
| I love you so much, | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much that | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much, | |
| I started praying | |
| I love you so much that | |
| I started praying |