| Everything is jumbled in my head, all fucking day
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| I fear, I am slipping off the edge, there’s no other way
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| I say that I wanna fucking die cuz I can’t escape
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| I am stuck inside my own mind, I am never safe
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| I am stuck tryna get high, numb my fucking brain
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| And I am stuck wishing I could change, for the better days
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| And I am stuck wishing I could run away from everything
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| Maybe I did all this shit to myself
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| And maybe it’s me who put me in this hell
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| And maybe escape just isn’t the answer
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| Maybe that’s why I’m not doing to well
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| Maybe it’s time that I live in the pain
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| But maybe it’s time I should cut out my brain
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| And maybe it’s good that I’m going insane
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| (I've always preferred to see life as a game)
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| And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
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| Till touchdown brings me round again to find
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| I’m not the man they think I am at home oh no, oh no
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| Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Running around thinking there is no way out
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| Let me see your hands if you wanna blow your brains out
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| Take your heart, rip it out, throw it on the fucking ground
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| Now, stomp, stomp, stomp nothing holding us down
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| Oh no
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| I am tryna stay stone cold
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| Sober but I can’t or my head will explode
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| Tell me what the secret is, what’s the cheat code?
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| No matter what end is dealt I must fold
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| Im tryna find it inside me to keep going
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| I’m fighting war inside me it keeps showing
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| I got a mind of my own with a mind of its own and a mind of its own
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| I always fear that I don’t have all the strength that it takes to control
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| What if I make you feel all of the pain that I feel when I am sitting alone?
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| In actuality none of this matters because in my soul I’ve been dead all along,
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| dead all along
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| Lately I have not been myself
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| Or maybe I have
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| Really I don’t know who myself is
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| Lately I have not been myself
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| Or maybe I have
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| Really I don’t know who myself is
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| And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
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| Until it doesn’t hurt to look into my own eyes
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| And I have never believed that I belong in this world oh no, no, no
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| Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Rocketman, Rocketman
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| Lately I have not been myself
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| Or maybe I have
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| Really I don’t know who myself is
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| Lately I have not been myself
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| Or maybe I have
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| Really I don’t know who myself is |