Êàê äà èãíîðèðàì òåç çàä ãúðáà ìè?
Äàëè äà ñå äîâåðÿ íà èíñòèíêòà íà ñëÿïî?
Äàëè äà ñêðèÿ ãîðäîñòòà/îò òåçè ëîøè ñúíèùà
è äà ñå ïðåäàì íà ìèñëèòå, òúæíèòå.
Äàëè äà/ñå îïèòàì äà ãî èçäúðæà?
Èëè äà/ñå îïèòàì äà ãè õâàíà è çàäúðæà?
Äà ïîâÿðâàì ëè è äà ñå èçëúæà îò ãëóïîñòòà
èëè äà íå âÿðâàì íèêîìó è äà æèâåÿ â ñàìîòà?
Çàùîòî íå ìîãà ïîâå÷å/òúé ðàçêúñàí íàäâå
Ïðàâÿ âåðíèòå õîäîâå, íî ñúì èçãóáåí àç âå÷.
Ñëàãàì ñè äíåâíàòà ìàñêà, íî íàêðàÿ
äà áúäà íàðàíåí ñàìî ìè îñòàâà.
Ñàì ñàìè÷úê (ñàìè÷úê)
Ïèòàì çàùî, íî â óìà ñè
îòêðèâàì, ÷å ãóáÿ äîâåðèå â ñåáå ñè. (ñåáå ñè)
Âå÷ íå ìîãà
(íèùî, êîãàòî ñúì òàêà ðàçáèò)
Òâúðäå å íåïîíîñèìî...
Âå÷ íå ìîãà
(äà ñå êðåïÿ, êîãàòî âñè÷êî ñå âúðòè)
ñ ìèñëè çà ïðîâàë, â äóøàòà ìè.
Àêî ñè îáúðíà ãúðáà, ñúì áåççàùèòåí,
à äà ïðîäúëæà íà ñëÿïî å áåçñìèñëåíî.
Àêî ñêðèÿ ãîðäîñòòà è îñòàâÿ âñè÷êî, òå ùå
âçåìàò îò ìåí, äîêàòî íå îñòàíå íèùî...
Àêî ãè îñòàâÿ íàìèðà, ùå áúäà íàäöàêàí,
íî àêî îïèòàì äà ãè õâàíà – ùå ìå íàäáÿãàò.
Àêî áúäà óáèò îò âúïðîñè êàòî îò äèàáåòà,
ùå áúäà çàðèò îò òèøèíàòà íà îòâåòà...
[ïðèïåâ]
Êàê ìèñëèø/çàãóáèõ òîëêîç…
Òàêà ìå å ñòðàõ/Äàëå÷ ñúì ìíîãî…
Êàê î÷àêâàø/äà çíàÿ êàêâî äà ïðàâÿ…
Âñè÷êî, êîåòî çíàì å êàêâîòî ìè êàæåø...
Íå çíàåø ëè...
Íå çíàÿ êàê äà ãî ïðåìàõíåø
Êàêâîòî è äà ïðàâÿ, êàêòî è äà îïèòâàì
Íå ìîãà äà ñå óáåäÿ çàùî
ñúì âå÷íî èçâúí âñè÷êî (2x)
Linkin Park - 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 no one 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 facade 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
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
[refrain]
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(2x)