Testo di 'NO ONE'S IN THE ROOM' di Jessie Reyez

I'd go to church every Sunday
But teenage love still took my virgin skin
And the night after my first time I cried, 'cause I
Thought Heaven wouldn't let me in

Meanwhile the priest has got a boyfriend
And lots of teachers smoke weed after school
When you're young they try to you in the cages but
Most of them don't follow their own rules

Spend your whole life being graded
Being told you're not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room? (Hmm)

Go to school and get a good job
Just to work your life away and pay your debts
And even those who live their dreams out
Cry 'cause all that glitters ain't what you expect

Sometimes I don't want to sing no more
Slit my throat and take my music back from evil men
They can put my body in the ocean
So I can die wearin' a smile and maybe find peace again

Spend my whole life being graded
Being told I'm not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room? (Hmm)

Vices only pacify for the moment
Vices that they made to hold our pain
Vices only pacify for the moment
Vices that they made to hold our pain

Spend your whole life being graded
Being told you're not enough
Being told go find the one and sit and wait for death to come
But I don't wanna
I need to talk to God, there's things I just don't understand

Like who am I when no one's in the room?
Who am I when no one's in the room?
Does the voice in my head, that talks me off the ledge, belong to me?
Or does it come from the clouds?
Who am I when no one's in the room?

Who am I when no one's in the room?