And you think everything is gonna be okay?
You think you know me?
You don’t ‘cause how could you?

I don’t even know myself.
I don’t recognize the fact that I'm walking around with I wall build so tall nobody is ever gonna reach me.
But I suppose that's fine cuz why would anyone even care.

I don't even care anymore.
I'm just waiting for it to happen.
Waiting for the whole world to fall apart.

Then maybe someone would care.
Maybe someone would bother enough to see that I'm breaking.
I'm breaking and I don't know what to do about it.