i'm becoming less defined   as days go by.
fading away.   (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   less concerned about
fitting in to the world   your world, that is
because 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 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

[pt. 2]

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 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   now i know
why   and now i know why   things aren't as
pretty   on the inside   there is no fucking
you   there is only me   only