Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a word into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, dreams and for a life Of and deceit, and repeat, and rewrite
Not sure who I was before this me and I But I know this me now is not the same
Friends are as 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 I'm lost in a lie
Everyday my world slower And colder and smaller, and older, and Everyday my gets closer to trick Everyday my world gets And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm of being alone with myself I'm tired of being anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite thing's right To the man screaming at me In the spite of another 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 but I see my eyes change
Friends are as and strangers 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
Every night my world quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every my truth gets closer to dare Yeah, night my world gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of being alone with I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared