i'm becoming less to find as days go by
fading away
well you might say
i'm losing focus
kind adrifting 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 into 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'm alone but then again I always was
as far back as I can tell
i think maybe it's because you never were really real to begin with
i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
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
the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be scab and i had this funny feeling
like i just knew it was something bad
i just couldn't leave it alone, picking at that scab
was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
but I climbed through
now i am somehwere i am not supposed to be, and i can see things i knew i really shouldn't see
and now i know why (yeah now i know why)
things aren't as pretty
on the inside
nine inch nails | 'only'
