I'm becoming less defined as days go by
fading away, well you might say I'm loosing focus
Kind-of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I can see right through myself

Lifes concer about fitting into the world, your world that is
Cause it dosent really matter anymore(no it dosent even matter anymore)
Non of this, really matters anymore
Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as i can tell I think mabye its because you were never really real
to begin with

*Repeat six times all together*
I just made you up, to hurt myself

and it worked, Yes it did!

*Chorse*
There is no you there is only me
There is no you there is only me
There is no F*cking you, there is only me
There is no F*cking you, there is only me
Only, only, only, only

Well just tiny door in the dark cuaght my eye it turned out to be a scare
Then I had this funny feeling like I just knew its something bad
I just couldnt leave alone,I can not be scared, how theres a doorway trying to seal itself shut, but i climeb through

No-one is who Im supposed to be
And I see thinks I know I really shouldnt see
And know I know why know, know, know I know why
Things arnt as pretty on the inside

*Chorse*