I'm less defined as days go by away, well, you might say I'm losing focus Kind of into the abstract In terms of how I see
Sometimes, I I can see right through myself Sometimes, I I can see right through myself Sometimes, I can see right through
Less concerned about fitting the world Your world that is, 'cause it doesn't really anymore (No, it doesn't really anymore) No, it doesn't really anymore None of this really matters
Yes, I am but then again I always was As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's Because you were never really real to with I just you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to myself Yeah, and I just you up to hurt myself I made you up to hurt myself Yeah, and I made you up to hurt myself
And it Yes, it did
There is no you, there is me is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is me There is no fucking you, is only me
Well, the tiniest little dot my eye And it out to be a scab And I had funny feeling Like I just knew it's bad
I just couldn't it alone I kept picking at scab It was a doorway trying to seal itself But I through
Now I'm I am not supposed to be And I can see things I know I really see And now I know why now, now I why Things aren't as on the inside
There is no you, there is me is no you, there is only me There is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, is only me