I sit here like a Buddha watching you,
Trying to make some sense of why and
What you do. Doesn't your life offer you
That something real. It seems to me you
Dig up Pain,
To remind yourself that you feel.
You look back in the mirror, but you just
Can't see that certain kind of person that
You want to be. And then I get the
Feeling that you breathe me in and you're,
Swallowing.
It must be hard for you to be so bare,
No love to fulfil you hiding deep in there.
You think you ran attach yourself to
Something cool, and in some way it'll
Make you feel a little less a fool.
You look back in the mirror, but you just
Can't see that certain kind of person that
You want to be. And then I get the
Feeling that you breathe me in and you're,
Swallowing.
I guess you must know,
I won't let you go on, taking what I am.
Feeding you, loving you,
I won' t take part if in your heart
You're swallowing.
You're taking all of me,
And giving nothing,
All of me.
You're taking all of me.
