I think I'm just talking To myself, but I can't Just stand all quiet Without writing what's on My mind, wrestling walls The armor falls It's not the end of the world Yet, but I'm sick of feeling like that Queer to the crowd As if it's wrong To not be loud Amongst the copies Lots of it, hypocrites Shout and don't think Seems to be the filosophy What about listening? I'm just talking to myself Need to scratch under the surface No place for difference Honestly I can't tell If you are avoiding me Or yourself, anyway it felt bad When you cut off the laces like that What if it was the other way around? You'd lie on the ground As if the pain was too strong From me not a sound You are a copy, got it Now, hipocrites Shout and don't think So I'm leaving I don't care if you're listening 'Cause I'm just talking to myself Talking to myself I have come to realize The effect you have on me Only dep...