i get the feeling you've said this before, i don't know who i am and i've lost where i was trying to go, you spent days trying to write my eulogy, but i'm not even dead yet.
who are you trying to kill? this myth believes i will come back, it won't matter what you do to me.
you tried to fix my eyes, but it's you who is broken you can't see past your nose, and the rest is blurred.
when it happened before, i almost didn't believe you, almost didn't see.
this time i can watch myself, watch out for myself, nothing you can do, has never been done.
in another world, a different life, one that happened in the past, i hope, you might have been a better person. your lover might have loved you, maybe even liked you for who you are.
i can live without you these days, to be honest. i might have made a promise, but you did too.
beats me what you think you might be up to, good for you it's not up to me, i suppose.
when i was young, i thought things would be different. i believed in something else, if you asked me what it was, i wouldn't remember.
i was jerked around and fooled with so many times, i don't know which way is up anymore, find myself looking down more and more often, trying to find myself i guess,
or something like it. i don't know what i look like through the mirror, find i'm wanting whatever isn't there.
this lie just holds one grain of truth to it: it happened once, and it happened to you. so, maybe two. i won't be the liar you made me out to be.
