Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word turned into else Full of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not sure who I was before me and I changed But I know me now is not really the same
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Everyday my world gets And colder and smaller, and older, and Everyday my gets closer to trick Everyday my world slower And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm of being alone with myself I'm tired of being with anyone Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite quite 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 that me is the As the eyes in the glass but I see my eyes
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and Every night my truth gets to dare Yeah, every night my world quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of alone with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, like I'm