Self

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
Doesn't matter anyway
Liar you're such a
On your hands and knees
Picking up the broken pieces
Liar you're such a
On your hands and knees
Afraid to turn my head
For fear of whats behind me
I swear I've seen you before
But that
Doesn't matter anyway
Liar you're such a
0n your hands and knees
Picking up the broken pieces
Liar you're such a
On your hands and knees
Pleasingly
Falling apart
Pleasingly
Oblivious
You've left with more of the same
I can't win
Liar