I look at myself and I feel lost.
A person built around a cause.
A cause once lost, that won't be found.
It will follow me down to the burial ground.
I feel the guilt and hurt and pain.
I can't disconnect my body from my brain.
I look at you, then back at me.
What I see - I can hardly believe.
I have figured out my problem, no doubt.
I can finally see what you have been talking about.
I'm not myself when I'm with you, and I'm not myself unless I feel blue.
I need the sorrow for my tomorrow.
I need to run on time I have borrowed.
Hear me once, and listen twice.
I'm a victim of my own device.
