Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hate Myself (Voice Memo), artist - Dodie. Date of issue: 25.02.2021
Song language: English
Hate Myself (Voice Memo) |
| Could it be different? |
| Did I ruin the day? |
| Oh, do you look angry? |
| Oh, what did I say? |
| Filling in the gaps, build a problem that |
| Neither of us needs, something wrong with me |
| I’m getting desperate, losing my mind |
| Oh, how do we get here, every time? |
| One will fold their arms, one will do the dance |
| Really is no need, something wrong with me |
| No, I don’t think I can help it |
| Oh, so illogical, I’m not magical, I can’t read your mind |
| But how can you not hear the whole conversation? |
| I have, sitting still with a brain on fire |
| I know, it’s a me-thing |
| Eyes closed — isn’t helping? |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| Look at you sideways, playing a game |
| Oh, what if I laugh now, I think I’m insane |
| Filling in the gaps, build a problem that |
| Neither of us needs, something wrong with me |
| Pushing a boundary, something to prove |
| A strong expectation, you already lose |
| Oh, one will fold their arms, one will do the dance |
| Really is no need, something wrong with me |
| No, I don’t think I can help it |
| Oh, so illogical, I’m not magical, I can’t read your mind |
| But how can you not hear the whole conversation? |
| I have, sitting still with a brain on fire |
| I know, it’s a me-thing |
| Eyes closed — isn’t helping? |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| Hmm, hmm |
| Give me a mystery |
| Maybe they’ll bloom for me |
| It’s always the quiet ones |
| Oh, something here must be done |
| I’m hoping I’m ready here |
| I don’t think they get me, dear |
| I’m only proving how |
| I’m only worth losing now |
| Give me a mystery, maybe they’ll bloom for me |
| It’s always the quiet ones, something here must be done |
| I’m hoping I’m ready here, don’t think they get me, dear |
| I don’t think they get me, dear |
| Give me a mystery, maybe they’ll bloom for me |
| It’s always the quiet ones, something that must be done |
| I’m hoping I’m ready here, don’t think they get me, dear |
| I don’t think they get me, dear |
| I don’t think |
| I can help it |
| I don’t think |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| I don’t think |
| I can help it |
| No, I don’t think |
| When you go quiet, I hate myself |
| Mmm, mmm |
| (Yeah!) |