I have no self to love
I'm coming to grips with it
Where is that self to love?
I'm trying to grab on somewhere
Hold onto something
Hang onto someone
Screaming out something
Words heard by anyone out there
I'm floating on cloud 8
It’s a little less than ideal
Don't know the difference of love and hate
I keep fucking up what’s real
What's real?
What's here?
Who are you?
Who is he?
What's real?
What's left?
What's left?
Who’s left?
What's real?
What's here?
Who are you?
Who is he?
What's real?
What's left?
Who’s left?
I have no self to love
I'm coming to grips with it
Where is that self to love?
I'm trying to grab on somewhere
Hold onto something
Hang onto someone
Screaming out something
Words heard by anyone out there
I'm floating on cloud 8
I'm floating on cloud 8
It’s a little less than ideal