Back when i was sickly thin,
i moved through darkness and light,
my frail body floating
eyes wide through the night.
with that bitter taste of sweet delusion,
Id carelessly let us drift apart,
and even though my chest aches now,
at least i have my heart.

You said you saw me on TV,
i couldn't see it.
i kissed you but you couldn't feel it.
you lied to yourself, I'm just an experiment
but what's a dream, so artful and unrealistic,

something subconscious told me that was you,
dead inside and it's seeping through your skin,
it made me sick to see a good mind wasted,
adolescents can be so tainted.