Jacob Nichols
I'm becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away, well you might say
I'm losing focus, kinda drifting into the abstract
In terms of how I see myself

Sometimes
I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes
I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes
I can see right through myself

Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world, that is, 'cause it doesn't really matter
Any more. No, it doesn't really matter
Any more. None of this really matters
Any more

Yes 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 myself
I just made you up
To hurt myself
I just made you up
To hurt myself

And 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 me

Only
Only
Only

Aspects: Solipsistic Psychopath; Life Is But My Dream; Echoes of a parallel world; Reality Shaper