Gut Punch کے بول

I think my hair stopped growin' Is that even a thing? Haven't lost any of it, but Something ain't the same Maybe it's a metaphor Is it even that deep? I think my hair stopped growin' Or is it me? I called Phil a couple times, he's probably sick of me He said: Go easy on yourself, but what does that even mean? Sounds like good advice, but I just can't hear it right now Hit me like a gut punch I hurt my own feelings How did I get so good at being mean to myself? I should turn the heat down Tell myself to chill out Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself Hit me like a– (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) Hit me like a– When the hell did I start tryin' to be perfect? People-pleasin', is it ever really worth it? Fake-smilin' just to pass the time It's the only way I've been gettin' by Looked at myself and I can't even recognize Who I am behind those eyes One big disguise Hit me like a gut punch I hurt my own feelings How did I get so good at being mean to myself? I should turn the heat down Tell myself to chill out Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself Hit me like a– Now, what would it be like If I just tried bein' nice To the person that I'm seein' in the mirror? Yeah If you find that inner child Haven't seen him for a while Let him know he's doin' fine Hit me like a gut punch I hurt my own feelings How did I get so good at being mean to myself? I should turn the heat down Tell myself to chill out Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself Hit me like a– (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) yeah, yeah, oh-oh (Mm, yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da) yeah Hit me like a gut punch (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) (Mm, yeah, la-da-da) oh-oh-oh (Mm, yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da) yeah