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sometime it seems

i stopped being myself

and without a word

turned into somebody else

full of wishes wants dreams

and desires

for a life

of conceit and deceit

and repeat and rewrite

not sure who i was

before this me and i changed

but i know this me now

is not really the same...



friends are as strangers

and strangers as friends

and i feel like i'm wired in a why

yeah my friends are as strangers

and strangers as friends

and i feel like i'm lost in a lie



and every day my world gets slower

and colder and smaller

and older and lower

and every day

my treat gets closer to trick

yeah every day my world gets slower

and colder and smaller

and older and lower



and i'm tired of being alone with myself

and i'm tired of being with anyone else

yeah i'm tired...

like i'm sick



none of my favorite things

are quite right

to the mirror man

screaming at me

in the spite of another

false start

dirty worn out and used

up and down

to the ground

disavowed

so confused

all made up in the belief

that me is the same

as the eyes in the glass

but i see my eyes change...



friends are as strangers

and strangers as friends

and i feel like i'm wired in a why

yeah my friends are as strangers

and strangers as friends

and i feel like i'm lost in a lie



and every night my world gets quicker

and lighter and shorter

and tighter and slicker

and every night

my truth gets closer to dare

yeah every night my world gets quicker

and lighter and shorter

and tighter and slicker



and i'm sick of being alone with myself

and i'm sick of being with anyone else

yeah i'm sick of being alone with myself

and i'm sick of being with anyone else



yeah i'm sick...

like i'm tired?



like i'm scared...