Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself

One day you opened up your inside of you
Inside a world inside a you didn't get to choose
You get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace
Or the cast and crew you didn't get to pick your starting place
And though it was a race you understand
You simply lined up on the blocks and the pistol popped you ran
And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the
And picked your you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began
As you got older were days of cold surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking
But as time advanced the lovely were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered the dew
Yet there were
There were pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head
Outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of
Outside the need to get it, get it, you never get it, that's okay

Have you a little off today
Had a lot to say
But wound up to yourself?
Have you for a kindly ear
But find one near
And wound up to yourself?

Had a little where you been going through a lot
Wanna it to the bottom but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the never ever gonna stop
Cause you get up in the morning get ahead then get to bed and then you do it all again the moment that you drop
You need a plot, what you wanna with this life you got
You kicked and fought get up in your skin and pick this lock
That ticking clock lets you know bitch you got these situations witchu
Issues someone fit to should sit you should down to talk
wonder who's the crazy the one, people walking to work as if nothing is off
But if a person really got it they would be cracking a on somebody's head and looting from shops
Are there times you're alone now when nobody's home but you walk around muttering under your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of this through
When you tie stomach into knots that you don't know how to undo
But do you ever have moment after that, when you can see
There's no one way has to be? Or maybe that's just me