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- easycore
- pop punk
- alternative and indie
- energetic
- anthemic
- post-hardcore
- upbeat
- fast
- warm
- introspective
- raw
- backing vocals
- noise rock
- singapore
- asia
Lyrics
Verse
Would you believe that a boy like me
Could think so intrusively
'bout his own rhetorics
always something left to fix
Verse
Would you believe if I told you
No I wouldn't dare telling you
Wouldn't ever tell anyone
My mouth stays shut before too long
Chorus
I don't know what I'm saying
And I'm not listening
Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in
louder than anything
I'm tired and I feel frustrated
I can't talk to anyone
It may be right what I'm saying
But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)
(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)
Post-Chorus
I'm tired; of stumbling my way out
of conversations I know inside out
It's always the same thoughts
In my head, it's always the same thoughts
Instrumental
Verse
Why can't I recognize
That I mostly do it right
Self-doubt versus hindsight
But that part stays inside my mind
Bridge
I'm an imposter if you will
always the syndrome freeze me still
I can't speak plainly
For no reason, mainly
Chorus
I don't know what I'm saying
And I'm not listening
Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in
louder than anything
I'm tired and I feel frustrated
I can't talk to anyone
It may be right what I'm saying
But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)
(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)
Post-Chorus
I'm tired; of stumbling my way out
of conversations I know inside out
It's always the same thoughts
In my head, it's always the same thoughts
Breakdown
Retry; and relapse...
Never get it; out my head...
I am the doubtful one
For me, talking's never fun
(I can't say; what you want)
(I'd always rather turn and run)
Chorus
I don't know what I'm saying
And I'm not listening
Intrusive thoughts creeping their way in
louder than anything
I'm tired and I feel frustrated
I can't talk to anyone
It may be right what I'm saying
But in my head I'm fucking wrong (fucking wrong)
(head I'm fucking) (head I'm fucking wrong)
Post-Chorus
I'm tired; of stumbling my way out
of conversations I know inside out
It's always the same thoughts
In my head, it's always the same thoughts
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