Sometimes it seems I stopped being Without a word turned somebody else Full of wishes, wants, and desires for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was this me and I changed But I know this me now is not really the
Friends are as and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my are as strangers and strangers as friends And I like I'm lost in a lie
Everyday my world gets And and smaller, and older, and lower my treat gets closer to trick Everyday my world gets And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of being with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
of my favorite thing's quite right To the mirror man at me In the spite of another start, dirty worn out and used Up and down to the ground, disavowed, so
All made up in the belief me is the same As the eyes in the glass but I see my eyes
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every night my world quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and Every night my gets closer to dare Yeah, every night my gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of being with anyone Yeah, I'm sick, I'm tired, like I'm scared