Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself

One day you up your eyes 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 you didn't understand
You lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
And when you tripped and dropped you picked up off the ground
And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a to end what you began
As you got there were days of cold surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of splendor
But as time advanced the lovely days were up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered the dew
Yet there moments
There were these pure arresting moments when you stepped your head
Outside pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
Outside the need to get it, get it, you will get it, that's okay

Have you a little off today
Had a lot to say
But wound up to yourself?
you hunted for a kindly ear
But couldn't find one
And up talking to yourself?

Had a little spot where you been going a lot
Wanna shove it to the bottom but a trouble gonna to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the never ever gonna stop
you get up in the morning get ahead then get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop
You a plot, what you wanna witness with this life you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this
ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu
Issues someone fit to quick should sit you down to talk
Ever wonder who's the crazy the one, walking to work as if nothing is off
But if a person really got it they be cracking a bottle 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 just whispering soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of this through
When you tie your stomach into knots that you don't know how to
But do you ever have moment after that, when you can see
no one way this has to be? Or maybe that's just me