Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word turned into somebody Full of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was before me and I changed But I this me now is not really the same
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel I'm lost in a lie
Everyday my gets slower And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my gets closer to trick my world gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of being alone myself I'm tired of with anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my thing's quite right To the man screaming at me In the spite of another false start, dirty out and used Up and to the ground, disavowed, so confused
All made up in the belief that me is the As the eyes in the but I see my eyes change
Friends are as and strangers as friends And I like I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every night my gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my gets closer to dare Yeah, every night my world gets And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm sick of alone with myself I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick of being with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, I'm tired, like I'm scared