Sometime it seems
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I stopped being myself
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And without a word
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Turned into somebody else
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Full of wishes wants dreams
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And desires
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For a life
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Of conceit and deceit
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And repeat and rewrite
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Not sure who I was
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Before this me and I changed
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But I know this me now
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Is not really the same...
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Friends are as strangers
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And strangers as friends
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And I feel like I'm wired in a why
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Yeah my friends are as strangers
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And strangers as friends
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And I feel like I'm lost in a lie
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And every day my world gets slower
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And colder and smaller
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And older and lower
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And every day
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My treat gets closer to trick
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Yeah every day my world gets slower
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And colder and smaller
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And older and lower
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And I'm tired of being alone with myself
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And I'm tired of being with anyone else
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Yeah I'm tired...
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Like I'm sick
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None of my favourite things
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Are quite right
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To the mirror man
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Screaming at me
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In the spite of another
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False start
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Dirty worn out and used
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Up and down
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To the ground
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Disavowed
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So confused
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All made up in the belief
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That me is the same
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As the eyes in the glass
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But I see my eyes change...
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Friends are as strangers
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And strangers as friends
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And I feel like I'm wired in a why
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Yeah my friends are as strangers
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And strangers as friends
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And I feel like I'm lost in a lie
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And every night my world gets quicker
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And lighter and shorter
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And tighter and slicker
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And every night
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My truth gets closer to dare
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Yeah every night my world gets quicker
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And lighter and shorter
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And tighter and slicker
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And I'm sick of being alone with myself
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And I'm sick of being with anyone else
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Yeah I'm sick of being alone with myself
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And I'm sick of being with anyone else
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Yeah I'm sick...
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Like I'm tired?
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Like I'm scared...
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