So long apathy.

I can't sleep now, no, not like I used to, I can't breathe in and out like I need to, It's breaking ice now to make any movement. What's your vice? You know that mine's the illusion.

I'll be what you need (I kill myself to make everything perfect for you).

I don't walk right, not like I used to, there's a jump in my step as I rush to see you. I could be happy here as long as you're near to me, as long as you're close to me.

Everybody is watching you, everybody is watching me too ... I don't wanna be you.