try and stop me.

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.

just don't follow me.