I have this feeling inside that i wouldn't like me if i met me. it seems like a losing fight, if you can see thru my eyes then you'd believe me. the truth is that i'm overrated, I can't think straight I'm formulaic, the truth is that it's sad to say it, but you can't help me. you don't see me that way, you hear the words that i say, you just tell me that my heart's in the right place, it's the world that's confused and it's never too late to save a hopeless case i've always known a ghost like me, can disappear in a moment, i'm my own worst casualty, everything i touch can get broken, the truth is that i'm self-destructive, i'm insecure, i'm out of focus, the truth is that i've had enough but you still help me. you don't see me that way, you hear the words that i say, you just tell me that my heart's in the right place, it's the world that's confused and it's never too late to save a hopeless case. you're giving me perspective, it's better than mine, and i'll still be defective and you're wasting your time.