I thought I knew you pretty well, or at least I was beginning to,
but now I'm starting to doubt if what I thought I knew was ever true.

Because the person I'm looking at is a mystery to me,
behaving exactly like the man he always said he would never be.

Maybe it was all in my head and I only imagined the best parts,
because who you actually are is breaking what's left of my heart.

You do everything in excess now, from drinking to having meaningless ***,
so maybe separating myself from you is only for the best.

A piece of me really doesn't want to let you go,
but how can I hold on to a stranger; you've become someone I don't even know.