I am not confused, I'm just well mixed.
I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head.
And don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything now, is there?
You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste like that means something.
Are all these pieces of broken dreams?
This one, it scares and confuses me.
If all these things that you say are true
You should be someone I always knew