Talking to myself

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 depends on the power I give you
So now powerless
I hope you stop running
From yourself, I honestly do.