You try to break the mould, before you die.
You’re the truth, not I.
You’re too complicated, we should separate it.
You’re always ahead of the game, I drag behind.
You don’t know me, and you never hold me, like your little piece on the side.
You don’t wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies.
You never see the lonely me at all.
You possess every trait that I lack, by coincidence or by design.
With the devil in the details, we’re gonna dance with him tonight.
Without you, I’m nothing.
You don’t care about us.
They’re pickin’ up pieces of me.