Ms. S

Which John Cusack Are You?I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myselfSometimes I think I can see right through myself Sometimes I can see right through myselfLess concerned about fitting into the world Your world that is Cause it doesn't really matter anymore (no it doesn't really matter anymore) No it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymoreYes 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 myselfI just made you up to hurt myself, yeah And I just made you up to hurt myselfAnd 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 meOnlyWell 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, I kept picking at the scab It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut But I climbed throughNow 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, now I know why Things aren't as pretty On the inside