I have this feeling inside that I wouldn't like me if I met me.
I'm my own worst casualty, everything i touch can get broken.
The truth is that I'm self-destructive. I'm insecure, I'm out of focus.

And I've always known a ghost like me, can disappear in a moment.

You don't see me that way. You hear the words that I say, but you're giving me perspective. Even if it's better than mine, i'll still be defective and you'll still be wasting your time.