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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

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself

(Sometimes I can see right through myself)

Less concerned

About fitting in to 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 it's because

Because you were never really 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

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

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

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 fucking you

There is only me

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