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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,
I think sometimes I can see right through myself.

Less concerned,
About fitting into the world,
Your world that is,
Cuz it doesn't really matter,
No it doesn't really matter,
No it doesn't really matter any more,
None of this really matters any more.

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 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,
Pickin' 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 shoudn't see,
And now I know why,
And 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...