Sometimes it seems I stopped myself a word turned into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, dreams and for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not who I was before 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 feel like I'm in a lie
Everyday my world gets And and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my gets closer to trick my world gets slower And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm tired of being alone 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 false 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 friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every night my world gets And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my truth closer to dare Yeah, every my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm sick of being alone with I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared