It's getting old, isn't it?
To love everyone
else more than you love yourself.
It's
an excuse,
isn't it?
To be the tragic one strung out on backstill pills.
In the meantime,
in the meantime,
it's the same old dance you dance on your own.
The same old dance that left you alone.
Some more steps and you might fall.
So maybe try and sit this one out.
It's in your head, isn't it?
Bumping
into yourself like you're in a house of mirrors.
It's safe to say,
isn't it?
To love yourself even for just one day.
In the meantime,
in
the meantime,
it's the same old dance you dance on your own.
The same old
dance that left you alone.
Some more
steps and you might fall.
So maybe try
and sit this one out.
Oh, maybe try
and sit this one out.
Sometimes I'm in between.
If it's time to reconvene.
Sometimes I'm in between.
If it's time to reconvene.
So maybe try and sit this one out.
So maybe try
and sit this one out.
So maybe try and sit
this one out.