swallow my lies as i obscure my emotions why must i contest myself always against myself embody another death of true spirit reflection brings question i ll search for another i m sorry if i can t feel i m sorry i m not real pour myself into a mold of you grasped too fast lost my reflection why must i contest myself always against myself imitation gets so far but it kills from within i m sorry if i can t feel i m sorry i m not real every time i think i m right i come out wrong every time i think to myself i m against my self