and it s the same foregone conclusion all the things hurt when i was young it s the sample of delusion spit from everybody s tongue and i don t know how to be another don t know how to be the one oh i have only just discovered who i am and where i m coming from if you could see me now there d be no purpose left to try and figure out if you could see me now you would be the last one in or out and we can talk about solutions till we re red in the face and we can stare at our illusions and just smile till the mirror breaks and i don t know how to be another don t know how to be the one oh i have only just discovered who i am and what i have become if you could see me now there d be no purpose left to try and figure out if you could see me now you would be the last one in or out there s no accounting taste when you uncover what i see and don t you call it a waste when it s only your mistake if you could see me now there d be no purpose left to try and figure out if you could see me now you would be the last one in or out if you could see me now there d be no purpose left to try and figure out if you could see me now you would be the last one in or out if you could see me now there d be no purpose left to try and figure out if you could see me now you would be the last one in or out1