I don't understand how to be
What
         I
            Want
                      To  
                            Be .

Like the front lights of a car flashing right in my eyes  
I can't see.
It's right there I know it is
but I can't see.

and
I don't want to look down
I don't want to look back
and I can't get myself to look up

I just look straight forward at oblivion light
                          Cause
Being oblivious is better than my reality.