IRC-Galleria

For every person I've tried to be,
There's another tearing inside.

I love you so much, I'm never there
I'm always with you but never cared

And you move in a hostile way
Like you're recently wounded.

I reach for your wrists to feel the pulse,
You're feeling yourself for both of us.

We got a problem, it's plain to see.
We got a problem.

Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We're both schizophrenic, I fear.
Seeing how many voices you hear.

Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We are schizophrenic, don't stop.
No, not 'til I fuck this song up.

All the searching we do inside
Is a futile attempt to

Is this what we're meant to never know?
It's all screwed up how the river flows.

And I know that you try real hard
To sing to yourself, but

Was I the beast that sucked into you?
A real dark victim down inside of you.

We got a problem, it's plain to see.
Bitch we got a problem

Nice to fuckin' meet you!
And you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and you.

And this is me,
and me,
and me,
and me,
and me,
and me,
and me,
and me,
and me.

Bitch we got a problem!

We got a problem, problem, problem
We got a problem, yes, yes