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

less concerned about fitting into the world
your world, that is
because 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 real to begin with
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 fucking you
there is only me
only

[pt. 2]
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 alone
and i kept picking at that scab
like it was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
but i climbed through

and now i'm somewhere i am not supposed to be
and i can see things i know i really shouldn't see
now i know why
and now i know why
things aren't as pretty
on the inside

there is no fucking you
there is only me
only