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ILYM
5
De gira
Pop
ILYM fue lanzado el 12 de julio de 2024 por earthprogram como parte del álbum COLLATERAL DAMAGE - EP
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Fecha de lanzamiento12 de julio de 2024
Sello discográficoearthprogram
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM127

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Rob Eberle
Rob Eberle
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rob Eberle
Rob Eberle
Autoría
Blake Stokes
Blake Stokes
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Blake Stokes
Blake Stokes
Producción

Letra

Everything I wanted, seemed right in front of me
Like I’m holding on to nothing, but a family dream
Can I ever want anything for myself?
I'm torn on what to do here can’t find a pathway home
Each time I spiral I dig a deeper hole
In my grave, rolling in relentless pain
And it's all just a memory
But it’s all I've got left
I can’t focus on what’s wrong from right
Overthinking is like a fucking’ past time
I try to fall asleep as I'm left on read
God, I wish I could put it to bed,
And I guess I'm going through it again
For now hope is my four-letter word
I can’t say nothing but I love you more
Why can’t you feel yourself, without tripping on ecstasy
done so much for each other, but is that still me?
So much selfish stupidity with a heart set on integrity
I'm rolling through the moments each day inside my head
With everything we’ve been through you should’ve made your own bed
But in all its grace, watch as I forgive again
But it’s all just a memory
I can’t get out of my head
I can’t focus on what’s wrong from right
Overthinking is like a fucking’ past time
I try to fall asleep as I'm left on read
God, I wish I could put it to bed,
And I guess I'm going through it again
For now hope is my four-letter word
I can’t say nothing but I love you more
You switch on your mood, like a changing season
Can someone give me some sort of reason
A pill to help and mend the pain
Something to help forget your name
So I guess
I’m going through it again
You’re supposed to be a leader
So why am I the fucking teacher?
I can’t focus on what’s wrong from right
Overthinking is like a fucking’ past time
I try to fall asleep as I'm left on read
God, I wish I could put it to bed,
And I guess I'm going through it again
For now hope is my four-letter word
I can’t say nothing but I love you more
Written by: Blake Stokes, Rob Eberle
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