I'm becoming less defined as days go by

Fading away

Well you might say

I'm losing focus

Kind adrifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself



Sometimes I think I can see right through myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself



Less concerned about fitting into the world

Your world that is

Because it doesn't really matter

(no it doesn't really matter anymore)

None of this really matters anymore



Yes I'm alone but then again I always was

As far back as I can tell

I think maybe it's because

you never were really real to begin with

I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked.

Yes it did!



* There is no you

There is only me

There is no you

There is only me

There is no f**king you

There is only me

There is no f**king you

There is only me



Only, Only, Only



The tiniest little dot caught my eye

and it turned out to be scab and I had this funny feeling

Like I just knew it was something bad

I just couldn't leave it alone, picking at that scab

Was a doorway trying to seal itself shut

But I climbed through



Now I am somehwere I am not supposed to be,

and I can see things I knew I really Shouldn't see

And now I know why (yea now I know why)

Things aren't as pretty

On the inside



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