I'm becoming less defined
as days go by
Fading away, well,
you might say
I'm losing focus
Kind of 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
Yeah,
and I just made you up
to hurt myself
I just made you up
to hurt myself
Yeah,
and 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 f#$king you,
there is only me
There is no f#$king 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
I had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it's
something bad
I just couldn't
leave it alone
I kept 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 f#$king you,
there is only me
There is no f#$king you,
there is only me
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only
Only