Lose My Mind (Acoustic) - Dean Lewis

I see you walking through the rain And I see the water covering your tear drops on your face And I know that I broke all your rules Oh, now you're looking at me And I'm looking at you like a fool But you don't know what it feels like to fall in love with you No you don't know what it's like when you can't go back 'Cause I only lose my mind when I ain't got you And how can I win when I'm always bound to lose? Oh, when I ain't got you? (Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) No no, I ain't got you (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) So come on inside, you'll catch a cold Oh, darling the storm will pass and we'll grow old But you stand next to me with a look in your eye And you say goodbye, and you say goodbye And you say goodbye But you don't know what it's like to lose you? 'Cause I only lose my mind when I ain't got you And how can I win when I'm always bound to lose? Always bound to Because I tried to hold on tight To make you mine but lost each time And I always lose my mind when I ain't got you But I think it's time to let you go To let your heart find a home I need to let you go 'Cause I only lose my mind when I ain't got you And how can I win when I'm always bound to lose? 'Cause I ain't got you (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) No no I ain't got you (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

I've seen it in the motion pictures, it's on the radio I just never believed it, no, I just never believed it They tell you someone comes around to fix you, righting all your wrongs But I just never believed it, no, 'cause I never received it Maybe I was a pessimist, was a fool Nothing made me feel like you do What I'd do just to keep you here in my arms I'll do whatever it takes I put my hands in the flames I'm not gonna lose you tonight I'd rather lose my mind You said forever and more So sick of letting you go I'm not gonna lose you tonight I'd rather lose my mind, mind My mind tonight I'd rather lose my mind I know you're tired of promises I always seem to break You just have to believe me, yeah I know I've never been easy, yeah I know I can get narcissistic and cruel And I put myself before you What I'd do to fix everything I've broken I'll do whatever it takes I put my hands in the flames I'm not gonna lose you tonight I'd rather lose my mind You said forever and more So sick of letting you go I'm not gonna lose you tonight I'd rather lose my mind, mind My mind tonight I'd rather lose my mind If it meant that I wasn't by your side 'til the day I die I'd rather lose my mind If it meant that I wasn't by your side 'til the day I die I'd rather lose my mind If it meant that I wasn't by your side 'til the day I die I'd rather lose my mind If it meant that I wasn't by your side 'til the day I die I'd rather lose my mind

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour