Applause

It's all up in my head, the more I think, the more I feel so sore

It's all up in the past, I can't go back, but sometimes I wish it could be like before

But that's not how my head works, no, it wants to torture me and then some, so,

I guess I'll sit here and repeat my woes and bad habits

It's so tragic

All of these days I swear you're all I'm thinking of

I dream of you and stuff

And not just when I'm sleeping but hours after I'm up, and

I'm not overthinking my thinking is on par

Tell me what you thinking, I'm trying like so hard

To contemplate a different world where I am not the star