Sometimes I cradle myself, but I can feel myself lurching and stumbling towards a new decade.
Sometimes, I tell myself not to join them, but I can see myself falling victim to their charades
Sometimes, I hurt myself, but I always end up healing
Sometimes, I hide myself, but I always end up needing
Sometimes, I lie to myself, but I always end up apologizing
Sometimes, I fall in love, but I always end up realizing
That the one I deeply love has always been lying
And then I'm the one who always ends up crying

Sometimes, I stand still and shut my mouth, but yet here I am still trying
Sometimes, I starve myself, but I can always feel myself rotting and dying
Sometimes, I can see children playing alone in parks
And worrying their mothers by staying out at dark
Sometimes, I call out to the distant and faint figures
But in the end, I'm always shouting to a mirror

Sometimes, I can feel myself drifting away
Sometimes, I have nothing better to say
Sometimes, I think it's better that way
Sometimes, I think it'd be better if I went away