CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Talking to Myself
My shower's gone cold when I need it the most
That'll tease me not to stand here and cry
My thoughts are a curse, getting darker and worse
While the water is draining and being wasted
Pity your blessed life, this is the best life you could've gotten
You won't accept it, what is it you wanted or haven't you gotten?
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find thе light
My worrow's gone dark, where did my spark go?
Whеn did my wires get crossed, will the circuit blow?
Turning hurt into art is a season for this
It feels pathetic to be drowning in this self-loathing mess
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find the light
I wonder if I'll ever make it out alive
Oh wait, one day, we all will die
It's still one common thread, we take it to the end
It's the one common trend, we fear to the end
It's hard to be satisfied when we only get one try
It's hard to be satisfied when we only get one try
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find the light
That'll tease me not to stand here and cry
My thoughts are a curse, getting darker and worse
While the water is draining and being wasted
Pity your blessed life, this is the best life you could've gotten
You won't accept it, what is it you wanted or haven't you gotten?
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find thе light
My worrow's gone dark, where did my spark go?
Whеn did my wires get crossed, will the circuit blow?
Turning hurt into art is a season for this
It feels pathetic to be drowning in this self-loathing mess
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find the light
I wonder if I'll ever make it out alive
Oh wait, one day, we all will die
It's still one common thread, we take it to the end
It's the one common trend, we fear to the end
It's hard to be satisfied when we only get one try
It's hard to be satisfied when we only get one try
Talking to myself isn't getting any easier
Raising my voice so the words would come clear
Try to cut through but the noise is like a deep fog
I keep falling, driving but I can't seem to find the light
