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 think I can see right through myself      Less concerned about fitting into the world   Your world, that is   'Cause it doesn't really matter   (No 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    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   Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself      I just made you up to hurt myself   Yeah, and 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   Only      Well, 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's something bad      I just couldn't leave it alone   Picking at that scab   It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut   But I climbed through      Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be   And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see   And now I know why   Now n-now I know why      Things aren't as pretty on the inside      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   Only      Only   Only   Only   Only