Sometimes it I stopped being myself Without a word turned into somebody Full of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not who I was before this me and I changed But I know this me now is not really the
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 and smaller, and older, and lower Everyday my treat closer to trick my world gets slower And and smaller, and older, and lower
I'm tired of being alone with I'm tired of being anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
None of my favorite thing's quite 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 me is the same As the in the glass but I see my eyes change
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I like I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and strangers as And I like I'm lost in a lie
night my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and night my truth gets closer to dare Yeah, every night my world quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker
I'm sick of being with myself I'm sick of with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick of alone with myself I'm of being with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, I'm scared