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