[sxn]

и тут я дошёл до бай майселф и понял, что выучу её всю.

By Myself

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can’t hold on when I’m stretched so thin
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily fasade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
(To what I want when I’m stretched so thin)
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I turn my back I’m defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they’ll take from me ’till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
By myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind I find)
I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
(To what I want when I’m stretched so thin)
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

How do you think I’ve lost so much
I’m so afraid I’m out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to

Don’t you (know)
I can’t tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can’t seem to convince myself (why)
I’m stuck on the outside
Don’t you (know)
I can’t tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can’t seem to convince myself (why)
I’m stuck on the outside

I can’t hold on
(To what I want when I’m stretched so thin)
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in
I can’t hold on
(To what I want when I’m stretched so thin)
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in

Честер вскрыл Майка как консервную баночку.
а консервы там были что надо.

вот, например, ридинг май айс.

такой она была в 1997-м, когда Честер ещё загорал в своей Аризоне наперевес со вторым альбомом грей дэйз:

youtu.be/7pRZmx8d4Hw

а вот лп реанимировали её в 2006-м:

youtu.be/ODl4UJN4CcQ

мне кажется, бай майселф в принципе об этом.
кроме того, что это просто пиздатейшая песня~