Don't worry . . . its only real if you let it

cant get free

not trying to do the upkeep
why ruin something as beautiful
as that earned reputation
alone again
but never really on my way
can't complain when it's me whose the irritant
again to myself i send that one away
caught up in a world so hectic
why find the light
when its always easier to stay in the dark

i dont have a shadow
ya its been gone way to long to come back round this place anymore
how can you feel bad about being my worst enemy
when its you who is the other side of you

so sick of the hype, love, lies
and more gut wrenching goodbyes
maybe i can numb myself enough to let it all go down
not caring anymore
just try n make the absent, invisible, nonexistent soul the fool
if you can't catch me you cant hurt me
hold ur breath cross those fingers cuz its you whose giving a sermon to an empty and echoing room