I spent so long beneath the dim street lighting,

 that I strained my eyes and lost the finesse of my fine handwriting.

I spent too long walking across bridges failing to appreciate the sweating river’s flow escaping.

So one day somebody asks you how you feel and instead of telling the truth, 

You reel off a list of things you think they want to hear because it's easier that way.

And so they treat you like this completely different person because all they know about you in misinformation,

And you gradually detach yourself from all your actions thinking...

OH I DON'T KNOW WHY I DON'T MEAN WHAT I SAY,

I DON'T KNOW WHY I DON'T FEEL WHAT I SAY,

YOU'VE BEEN LYING ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS FOR SO LONG,

YOU'VE FORGOTTEN WHO YOU ARE