Maybe it's in the way you talk, the way you move
I know I've always been the one who's sore, it's nothing new
Begging for your scraps again
But what's the point of it if I'm begging for an abyss?
Take shape
Starting to form
Chasing your shadow, oh
You said you sold your soul
"Original" (so original!)
The witness holds the truth in every lie you've told
You poor thing, so
Hypocritical
Said you're "not enough"
That's not my fault
Incapable and drunk, you roam
Traded my mind to carry us both
Scream your name, I'm fading away from me
I just can't find my mind in your shade
Take shape
Starting to form
Chasing your shadow, oh
You said you sold your soul
"Original" (so original!)
The witness holds the truth in every lie you've told
You poor thing, so
Hypocritical
Said you're "not enough"
That's not my fault