Текст песни Self

No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something Everyones gone Will i show up With all that i have to give Would you consider it a gift But that Doesnt matter anyway Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Afraid to turn my head For fear of whats behind me I swear ive seen you before But that Doesnt matter anyway Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Pleasingly Falling apart Pleasingly Oblivious Youve left with more of the same I cant win Liar