I Do It to Myself
I've got a waking premonition
A little like a shadow of a ghost
Black cloud she wraps around my vision
Digging her claws where no one goes
I'm not into confessing
I find it more depressing
Tell me why I should go
Yeah, I've got bad attention
Always over thinking
Tell me what I don't know
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
A problem child by definition
Asked her to leave, but she won't go
They got a name for that addiction
A broken heart, a broken home
I'm not into confessing
I find it more depressing
Tell me why I should go
Yeah, I've got bad attention
Always over thinking
Tell me what I don't know
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
Talking to myself again
Talking to myself again
In my head, my only friend
In my head, my only friend
Talking to myself again
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
A little like a shadow of a ghost
Black cloud she wraps around my vision
Digging her claws where no one goes
I'm not into confessing
I find it more depressing
Tell me why I should go
Yeah, I've got bad attention
Always over thinking
Tell me what I don't know
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
A problem child by definition
Asked her to leave, but she won't go
They got a name for that addiction
A broken heart, a broken home
I'm not into confessing
I find it more depressing
Tell me why I should go
Yeah, I've got bad attention
Always over thinking
Tell me what I don't know
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
Talking to myself again
Talking to myself again
In my head, my only friend
In my head, my only friend
Talking to myself again
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
I don't need any help
Yeah, I know it's self-infliction
I'm drowning it out, washing it down
I try to tell the voices but
They're feeding my doubt
I do it to myself
I'm a walking contradiction
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Ostler, Isobel Phillips, Thomas Taylor, Oliver Burden, Dimitri Tikovoi, Emma Rohan
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