Sometimes it seems I stopped myself Without a word turned into somebody Full of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not sure who I was before this me and I But I know this me now is not the same
are as strangers 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
Everyday my world gets And colder and smaller, and older, and Everyday my treat closer to trick Everyday my world slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of being alone with I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite thing's right To the mirror man at me In the spite of another 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
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm 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 gets And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and Every night my gets closer to dare Yeah, night my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm sick of alone with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of being alone myself I'm sick of being with anyone Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared