Is this really the whole world? 
Too much has happened, there's too much to happen, 
And it's hard to reflect on. 
It won't change if you're more alive, 
I feel distant, 
I feel like a stranger to you. 
What am I in the whole world? 
Don't even believe myself. 
Still trapped in the haze of a later date, 
Does anybody know this weight? 
Cos it'll change tomorrow.