Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word turned somebody else Full of wishes, wants, and desires for a life Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not who I was before this me and I changed But I know this me now is not really the
are as strangers and strangers 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
Everyday my gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and my treat 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 of another false start, dirty worn out and used Up and to the ground, disavowed, so confused
All up in the belief that me is the same As the eyes in the glass but I see my eyes
Friends are as and strangers as friends And I like I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I like I'm lost in a lie
Every my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and night my truth gets closer to dare Yeah, night my world gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm sick of being alone with I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of being alone myself I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared