Letra da Música By Myself Linkin Park

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride behind these bad dreams
And give into 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 nobody and live in loneliness?'Cause I can't hold on when 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 againBy myself, myself
I ask why but in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself, myself
I ask why but in my mind I find
I can't rely on myselfI 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 inIf 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 goneIf 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 answerBy myself, myself
I ask why but in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself, myself
I ask why but in my mind I find
I can't rely on myselfI 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 inHow do you think?
I've lost so much, I'm so afraid
And I'm out of touch
How do you expect I would 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 outsideDon'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 outsideI 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 inI 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

Composição: Bradford Philip Delson / Chestes Charles Bennington / David Michael Farrell / Joseph Hahn / Michael Kenji Shinoda / Robert Gregory Bourdon.