I'm [bad word] less defined as days go by
Fading away, well, you might say
I'm losing focus
Kinda 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 can see right through myself)

Less concerned, about [bad word] into the world
Your world, that is
Cause it doesn't really matter anymore
No, it doesn't really matter anymore
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
I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
I just made you up to hurt myself
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 [bad word] you, there is only me
There is no [bad word] you, there is only me
Only, only
Only, only

Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye
And it turned out to be a 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, 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 [bad word] you, there is only me
There is no [bad word] you, there is only me
Only, only
Only, only
Only, only
Only, only