Nine Inch Nails - Another Version Of The Truth

I'm becoming less defined, as days go by Fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself Sometimes, I can see right through myself Less concerned, about fitting into the world Your world that is, cause it doesn't really matter anymore (No, it doesn't really matter anymore) No, it doesn't really matter anymore None of this really matters anymore Yes, I am alone, but then again I always was As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's because Because you were never really real to begin with I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself I just made you up to hurt myself Yeah, and I just made you up to hurt myself And it worked Yes it did! There is no you, there is only me There is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me Only (x4) When, the tiniest little dot caught my eye And it turned out to be a scab And I had this funny feeling Like I just knew it's something bad I just couldn't leave it alone I kept picking at that scab It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut But I climbed through Now I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see And now I know why now, now I know why Things aren't as pretty on the inside There is no you, there is only me There is no you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me There is no fucking you, there is only me Only (x8)