And I, I tend to be my own worst enemy. And I, I linger on everything. But I find when I'm alone, it gets so hard to breathe. And I, I, and I shouldn't apologize for just existing, shouldn't apologize for just being me. Trying to hide behind all my distractions, okay 'til the quiet comes. When it all dies down, it gets so loud; all the voices in my head just try to fill me up with doubt. I'm learning how to turn around all the voices in my head, I think I found my favorite sound. I think I found my favorite sound. Oh, I think I found my favorite sound.