Yabadabadoo

By Myself ( best song that there is )
- Linkin Park

What do I do to ignore what's behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride away from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I let it go and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Cause I cant hold when I'm strecthed so thin
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily facade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

If I turn my back I’m defenseless
And to give in to fate seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll
Take from me till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer
By myself
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can’t rely on myself

I can’t hold on
To what I want when I’m stretched so thin
It’s all too much to take in
I can’t hold on
To anything watching everything spin
With thoughts of failure sinking in

How do you think I’ve lost so much
I’m so afraid that I’m out of touch
How do you expect I will know what to do
When all I know is what you tell me to

Don’t you know I can’t tell you how to make it go
No matter what I do, how hard I try
I can’t seem to convince myself why
I’m stuck on the outside (x2)

Meaning(s):
This song means how everyone wants be by themselves at one point or another. They want to be alone because either they're mad at someone, someone is mad at them and they can't bear the burden of having someone of that stature mad at them, or some other unknown reason.I can't explain exactly how this song makes me feel, but when I read it, I felt like someone had looked at a page in my diary and wrote it out, or looked into my head and showed me what I was feeling.
-These are not my thoughts. They are some other people's thoughts.