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self critic - you're mean كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – self critic]

as i think of myself in the past, my stress arises
why’s this happening? i guess the crisis
made it to days like these testing my nerves
bending with the hesitation of expressing my words
i don’t have to feel like i’m a perfect man
but what about the fact that i can’t cross standards?
how do i sort out the steps which i’m taking?
my legs are worn out, tell me what we are chasing
what’s on my menu? i’m not even giving a glance at it
so now i’m mad at it ’cause of this att-tude
no excuses, forgive me for being so stupid
all i want to do is fix what’s broken, but i must cool up
this pressure, it is just too much
if only i had been strong, i would not end up
a hostage in this world, and get up – strike back
dress up the thoughts with real actions and get my life back

[chorus – self critic]

maybe i did something wrong but your reaction wasn’t quite
what i expected, but it’s alright, cause i can move on
and write hoping it’ll mollify this painful life
but letting go is really hard, because indeed you hit the heart
your reckless words have left me stunned
but i’m still trying to suppress the urge of emptying lungs

[verse 2 – self critic]

when i was younger i used to be able to touch the sky
look at what’s inside, then i would open up my mind
nothing i did wrong, the memories live on
this melody, this song sunk in, but my knowledge is telling me it’s gone
i can’t take a step away from this joke in the mirror
the only thing clear is uncontrollable fear
when i should run to fight, i’m stuck roped tight
when i should run to hide… i’ve spoken enough, alright?
but i should be afraid of the future it ain’t
i’m truly in pain, knowing that it faded in vain
i should’ve solved my problems, ignored misthoughts
as i’m mentally sentenced to give up, i’ve lost the plot
this infamy of being pleased with ducking my life
dug in my eyes, the fog is lifted up from the sky
drugged with pride, i’m hearing the voices planting doubts
in following this long route i can’t clear out

[chorus]

[outro – vitriolic] + (self critic)

(all we’ve got is this one life)

it’s a fact that i miss you sometimes
and all we’ve got now is this one life
and if my saying might as well go to me
then forgive me for being so stupid

- self critic

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