This is how I see myself

I know a story about an empty house
A lovely lady told me while waiting for the rain to stop
I know she’s lying to me about everything
I almost couldn’t stand her but I listened anyway
This is how I see myself

There was this young lad standing on the rooftop
He was crying for someone that he knew before
I know he’s missing his only true love or perhaps a good friend
I couldn’t help him and I just walked away
But as I walked away I looked at him one last time
This is how I see myself

Without a mirror within my reach
I see my past and hate my present
It seems impossible to play the game without falling.
I know how to read between the lines since I’ve made my rules.
Because I know we’re all a little crazy
I don’t blame myself at all because this is how I see myself


I knew a friend who was so strange
He’s so gentle and also kind by nature
but he’s too nasty and disturbed
He likes to give and give and never stop giving
Sometimes I feel like I am a very bad person
As I saw him in the eye I saw a man that I killed in my dream
And then again this is how I see myself

There was a teacher in my school and she was so pretty
I liked her so much but I was so shy since I wasn’t so brainy
I still remember she had a small red car and drove it every morning
And just yesterday I saw her on the news and she’s still pretty