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I don't know when I got scared Scared of my imagination Used to see beautiful things Now I got this sick fixation I'm playing out every single fear I've ever had Scrolling through the pictures, seeing all I don't have Believing every negative feeling is a fact I don't wanna get used to that Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down? I'm so good at being critical I guess I'll learn it's hard to get hurt When you're good at being cynical I'm jealous of when I was young And everything was right there waiting Wanted the sky, aimed so high Instead of lowering my expectations I don't know how else to keep my feet on the ground And stop the voices in my head from getting too loud I think I'm realizing no one figures it out And I gotta get used to that Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down? SongtexteI'm so good at being critical I guess I'll learn it's hard to get hurt When you're good at being cynical If I hope and it doesn't work, then I know, it's gonna hurt, so I'll Make a joke, act like nothing wrong And put another layer of armor on (Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?) Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down? I'm so good at being critical (so good) I guess I'll learn it's hard to get hurt When you're good at being cynical (When you're good at being cynical I'm so good at being cynical) I'm so good at being cynical (I'm so good at being cynical) Aus Songtexte Mania