Met Gala
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Lyrics
I'm just trying to be something I'm losing my mind I'm surrounded by signals Phone calls on silent Every Monday a new episode A new plot-twist for me A new hand reaching out from the dark (You're lying, I don't like that) But I can't answer its plea Sometimes I think about dying, not for malicious intent Blocking out all the problems that live within my head They don't seem to exist when you sleep or if you're dead I'm searching for Am I searching for that or am I searching for you? Am I searching for closure or searching for proof? Am I running away or chasing the truth?
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:36
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 134 BPM