Sometimes it seems I being myself Without a turned into somebody else Full of wishes, wants, dreams and for a life Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not sure who I was this me and I changed But I this me now is not really the same
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as and strangers as friends And I like I'm lost in a lie
Everyday my gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and Everyday my gets closer to trick my world gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm of being alone with myself I'm tired of with anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
of my favorite thing's quite right To the man screaming at me In the spite of another false start, dirty out and used Up and to the ground, disavowed, so confused
All made up in the belief that me is the As the in the glass but I see my eyes change
Friends are as strangers and strangers as And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as and strangers as friends And I feel I'm lost in a lie
Every night my world quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and Every night my truth closer to dare Yeah, every night my gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of being with anyone Yeah, I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of being with anyone Yeah, I'm sick, I'm tired, like I'm scared