I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away, well, you might say I'm losing focus Kinda 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)
Less concerned, about fitting into the world Your world, that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore No, it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore
Yes, I am alone, but then again, I always was As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself And it worked Yes, it did
There is no you, there is only me There is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me Only, only Only, only
Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye And it turned out to be a scab And I had this funny feeling Like I just knew it's something bad I just couldn't leave it alone Picking at that scab It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut But I climbed through
Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see And now I know why, now, now I know why Things aren't as pretty, on the inside
There is no you, there is only me There is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me Only, only Only, only Only, only Only, only