i'm becoming less defined as days go by
fading away
well you might say i'm losing focus
kind of drifting in 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
Because 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 its 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 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
there is 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
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