Luyện nghe bài hát Talking to Myself

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One day you up your eyes inside of you
a world inside a universe you didn't get to choose
You didn't get to pick the rules or the past or set the pace
Or cast the cast and you didn't get to pick your starting place
And though it was a race you understand
You simply up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran
And you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground
And picked your you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began
As you got older there were days of surrender
Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of splendor
But as time advanced the days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy that hovered near the dew
Yet there moments
were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head
Outside your pain outside control, the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
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 hunted for a ear
But find one near
And wound up talking to

Had a little spot where you been going a lot
Wanna shove it to the but a trouble gonna bubble to the top
Then the bubble gonna pop and the hustle never ever gonna
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 need a plot, what you wanna witness with life you got
You kicked and fought trynna get up in your and pick this lock
That ticking clock lets you know that you got these situations witchu
Issues fit to quick should sit you should down to talk
Ever 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 bottle on somebody's head and looting shops
Are there times you're alone now when home but you walk around muttering under your breath second shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
When you tie your stomach into knots that you know how to undo
But do you ever have another moment after that, you can see
There's no one way has to be? Or maybe that's just me