歌词语境宇宙
Everytime I ask if this would be the last
Why am I still talking to myself
Hoping you will have the keys to my cell
Everytime I ask if this would be the last
Why am I still talking to myself
Hoping you will have the keys to my cell
I've finally stopped stopped making sense
I can't stop talking to myself
A desperate cry for help
I've finally stopped stopped making sense
I can't stop talking to myself
A desperate cry for help
Would be the last
Why am I still talking to myself
Hoping you will have the keys to my Sell
Would be the last
Why am I still talking to myself
Hoping you will have the keys to my Sell
Here come those little thoughts of all I ought to be but I’m not
I’ve tried talking to myself and still I’m not convinced
I’m good I’m bad
Here come those little thoughts of all I ought to be but I’m not
I’ve tried talking to myself and still I’m not convinced
I’m good I’m bad
beaten by the storm
talking to myself
getting washed by the rain
beaten by the storm
talking to myself
getting washed by the rain
Cause all I do is take and take
See I’m talking to myself again
The sky is blinded the night is awake
Cause all I do is take and take
See I’m talking to myself again
The sky is blinded the night is awake