What would you do if I sang you a tune, would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears, and I'll sing you a song, I will try not sing out of count
I am, Mr Inside
Listen to my outcry
I wear my inner on my outside, yeah
No shit, you're depressed again
All that's left is H20, a pack of nurofen, and a very heavy head to mend
I rest in bed
I'm scared to be with you alone
We used to be the best of friends
You're just somebody that I used to know
And as you lose control
I realise you never really had it
Clearly damaged
Every action
Nearly habited
In the first place, true
But before I let you have it
Let's inhabit our mutual birthday suit
Born March 20th
My first name's Brendan
I reckon that's your birthday and your first name too
Question: What you do when you're talking to yourself?
As in, who is this
An end to every thought you've ever felt
Before you send for help
It gives you strength in times of weakness
Fighting off those tiny demons
While you're way too blind to see them
Tryin to show them signs of reason
Shine a light to find the meaning
It's kind of like define the being
From all your hidden secrets
Little misdemeanors
Even to that real deep shit
Yo, I deal with the pain
When there's no one else to feel it
When you feel insane
Questioning what real is
That fucker in your brain when your mind turns numb
That universal truth that you try to hide from
I'm Mr Inside, listen to my outcry
'Bout time you heard what I really sound like, yeah
S'all right
Go ahead tell me all your problems
Everybody got some
I ain't goin nowhere
If you wanna holla
No shit talkin isn't gonna solve one
S'all right
Go ahead tell me all your problems
Everybody got some
I ain't goin nowhere
If you wanna holla
No shit talkin isn't gonna solve one
Said I think I'm going out of my head
Mr Inside, showed up without an invite
I wear my inner on my outside, right
No shit, there you go
So sick of your own company
Can't take it no more
So you figured out you'll run to me
And spill it all out
All your fears and doubts
That nobody up in here gonna wanna hear about
Now as your shouts get drowned out
By this inner racket
Wreaking havoc
Symptomatic, self pity addict
In the worst way, true
But before I let you have it
Let's inhabit out mutual birthday suit
It goes, born Jan 13th
My first name Nicholas
I'm thinking it's your birthday and your first name too
Ridiculous, isn't it
How we can wind up past the point
Of bickering with one another
Staring out into the void
Being that you and I are just one conjoined being
We should be achieving at least a front that's unified
But I've been here this whole time
Through your eyes I've watched on
And seen the way you're turning cold inside
Ever present like a mental poltergeist
Got me on seed dial but meanwhile, I hold the line
Always talking, never listening
Always taking, never giving
For someone so full of shit you can be so very convincing
So let this be the instant the penny drops
And you walk out on this vicious monologue
It goes, Mr Inside
Listen to my outcry
'Bout time you hear what I really sound like
S'all right
Go ahead tell me all your problems
Everybody got some
I ain't goin nowhere
If you wanna holla
No shit talkin isn't gonna solve one
S'all right
Go ahead tell me all your problems
Everybody got some
I ain't goin nowhere
If you wanna holla
No shit talkin isn't gonna solve one

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