| I’m becoming less defined
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| As days go by
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| Fading away
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| And well you might say
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| I’m losing focus
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| Kind of drifting into the abstract
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| In terms of how I see myself
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| Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
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| Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
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| Sometimes I can see right through myself
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| Less concerned about fitting into the world
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| Your world, that is
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| Cause it doesn’t really matter anymore
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| (No it doesn’t really matter anymore)
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| No it doesn’t really matter anymore
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| None of this really matters anymore
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| Yes I am alone
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| But then again I always was
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| As far back as I can tell
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| I think maybe it’s because
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| Because you were never really real
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| To begin with
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| I just made you up
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| To hurt myself
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| I just made you up
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| To hurt myself, yeah
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| And I just made you up
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| To hurt myself
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| I just made you up
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| To hurt myself, yeah
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| And I just made you up
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| To hurt myself
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| And it worked
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| Yes it did!
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| There is no you
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| There is only me
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| There is no you
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| There is only me
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| There is no fucking you
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| There is only me
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| There is no fucking you
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| There is only me
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye
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| And it turned out to be a scab
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| And I had this funny feeling
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| Like I just knew it’s something bad
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| I just couldn’t leave it alone
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| I kept picking at the scab
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| It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
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| But I climbed through
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| Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be
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| And I can see things I know I really shouldn’t see
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| And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
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| Things aren’t as pretty
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| On the inside
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| There is no you
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| There is only me
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| There is no you
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| There is only me
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| There is no fucking you
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| There is only me
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| There is no fucking you
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| There is only me
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only
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| Only |