Self (American Head Charge)

No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something Everyones gone Will I show up With all that I have to give Would you consider it a gift But that Doesnt matter anyway Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Afraid to turn my head For fear of whats behind me Only one resource left So don't fret on my surprise Is this all you have Is that all you know I swear I've seen you before But that Doesnt matter anyway Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar youre such a On your hands and knees Pleasingly Falling apart Pleasingly Oblivious Youve left with more of the same I cant win Liar