No sense of self
To balance it off
Preconceived notions of something
Everyones gone
Will I show up
With all that I have to give
Would you consider it a gift
But that
Doesnt matter anyway
Liar youre such a
On your hands and knees
Picking up the broken pieces
Liar youre such a
On your hands and knees
Afraid to turn my head
For fear of whats behind me
I swear Ive seen you before
But that
Doesnt matter anyway
Liar youre such a
On your hands and knees
Picking up the broken pieces
Liar youre such a
On your hands and knees
Pleasingly
Falling apart
Pleasingly
Oblivious
Youve left with more of the same
I cant win
Liar