I'm becoming less defined as days go by,
Fading away,
And 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.

Less concerned about fitting into the world,
Your world that is,
Because it doesn't really matter.
None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone but then again I always was,
As far back as I can tell,
I think maybe it's because,
Because you were never really real to begin with,
I just made you up to hurt myself