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