No sense of self

To balance it off

Preconceived notions of something

Everyones gone

Will I show up

With all that I have to give

Would you consider it a gift

But that

Doesnt matter anyway

Liar youre such a

On your hands and knees

Picking up the broken pieces

Liar youre such a

On your hands and knees

Afraid to turn my head

For fear of whats behind me

Only one resource left

So don't fret on my surprise

Is this all you have

Is that all you know

I swear I've seen you before

But that

Doesnt matter anyway

Liar youre such a

On your hands and knees

Picking up the broken pieces

Liar youre such a

On your hands and knees

Pleasingly

Falling apart

Pleasingly

Oblivious

Youve left with more of the same

I cant win

Liar