Lyric

I'm spending my days getting worn out

My(Worn-out)selves are scattered all around me

It's fragile and beautiful, and therefore sad

If I am defined by the words I say and the actions I have taken, what shape am I in now?

My body is sinking, now I'm about to be applied by someone else

My body is sinking, now I'm about to be applied by someone else

Walking the corridor in solitude

Walking the mirrorless corridor in solitude

I'm like a liquid, waiting for someone to define me, and that time never comes

I embrace myself because I wanna know my own shape

Tell me what I look like, what color I am, what weight I weigh

Tell me how I look

I'll define that as me, so find me