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Original by Demi Lovato

I tried to talk to my piano
I tried to talk to my guitar
Talked to my imagination
Confided into alcohol

I tried and tried and tried some more
Told secrets 'til my voice was sore
Tired of empty conversation
'Cause no one hears me anymore

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

I talked to shooting stars
But they always get it wrong
I feel stupid when I pray
So why am I praying anyway?
If nobody's listening

Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone, oh
Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone

I used to crave the world's attention
I think I cried too many times
I just need some more affection
Anything to get me by

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

I talked to shooting stars
But they always get it wrong
I feel stupid when I pray
Why the fuck am I praying anyway?
If nobody's listening

Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone, oh
Anyone, please send me anyone
Oh, Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone

Oh, anyone, I need anyone
Oh, anyone, I need someone

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

Hey!

Too slow
Saw you, and it only took a second for me to know, ay
That I want you bad
I tell you before you go

Seeing you
I swear there's something so familiar
Like I've known you all this time
Got to, got to, got to be mine

If you want it, you can get it
If you feel it, you should let it
If you're leaving, you should let me know
If you're dancing, I'll be dancing
If you'll risk it every chance
You've got a question, I'm the answer, oh
I saw you, now you got to, got to be mine

Keep all
I call it like I see it, and you look just like I dreamed it, hey
Yeah, you've got a face like film-grade
If you leave, that's a shame

Seeing you
I swear there's something so familiar
Like I've known you all this time
Got to, got to, got to be mine

Seeing you
I swear there's something so familiar
Like I've known you all this time
Got to, got to, got to be mine

If you want it, you can get it
If you feel it, you should let it
If you're leaving, you should let me know
If you're dancing, I'll be dancing
If you'll risk it every chance
You've got a question, I'm the answer, oh
I saw you, now you got to, got to be mine

Seeing you
I swear there's something so familiar
Like I've known you all this time
Got to, got to, got to be mine

Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Plausible deniability
I swear I've never heard of it
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists
And I know you're in it

Hours of phrases I've memorized
Thousands of lines on the page
All of my notes in a desolate pile
I haven't touched in an age
And I can burn the evidence
But I can't burn the pain
And I can't forget it

How does it feel (how does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (how do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go, you can't stop, you can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field
(How does it, how does it feel?)

The city is painted with memory
The water will never run clear
The birds and the bees and the flowers and trees
They know that we've both been here
And I can flee the country
For the worst of the year
But I'll come back to it

How does it feel (how does it feel)
To be an expert in a dying field?
And how do you know (how do you know)
It's over when you can't let go?
You can't let go, you can't stop, you can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Till you're an expert in a dying field

Can we erase our history?
Is it as easy as this?
Maybe in other realities
The road never took this twist
And I can close the door on us
But the room still exists

How does it feel (how does it feel)
How do you know (how do you know)
Can't stop, can't rewind
Love is learned over time
'Til you're an expert in a dying field

Oh, an expert in a dying field

Sunny Saturday morning doing chores around the house