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

I Swear Ive 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