I'm becoming less defined as go by Fading away, well, you might say I'm losing of drifting into the abstract In of how I see myself
Sometimes, I think I can see through myself Sometimes, I I can see right through myself Sometimes, I can see right through
concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is, it doesn't really matter anymore (No, it doesn't really anymore) No, it doesn't matter anymore of this really matters anymore
Yes, I am but then again I always was As far as I can tell, I think maybe it's because Because you were really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt
I just made you up to hurt Yeah, and I made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt
And it Yes, it did
There is no you, there is me There is no you, is only me is no fucking you, there is only me There is no fucking you, is only me
Well, the tiniest dot caught my eye And it out to be a scab And I had this feeling Like I just knew something bad
I just couldn't it alone I kept at that scab It was a doorway trying to seal shut But I climbed
Now I'm I am not supposed to be And I can see things I know I shouldn't see And now I know why now, now I why Things as pretty on the inside
There is no you, there is me There is no you, is only me There is no fucking you, there is me There is no fucking you, there is me