Текст песни Reaching

Out on my own No microphone Doubts overblown But I'm still reaching You know it’s fine You know I'm fine Being a waste of time (a waste of time) But for me, it’s better Take the time to consider That what’s for you is not my all On my own, but I'm still reaching No apologies, spare your preaching There is gold in me Can’t act like I’ll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete Watch as it cracks So, what’s it like being right? We know that it can’t all be true Blinded eyes still black and blue When will you start listening? It’s like rehearsing exhaustion On my own, but I'm still reaching No apologies, spare your preaching There is gold in me Can’t act like I’ll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete Watch as it cracks Just another one being dramatic Pretend moody, cinematic Play it back, play it back, what was on those tapes Stone sober, know that there’s no escape There’s no escape But I'm still reaching No apologies, spare your preaching There is gold in me Can’t act like I’ll take it back Force the hand, watch the concrete As it cracks Play it back, play it back Play it back, play it back