The philosopher's dead
Buried in his own head
When did we stop dreaming
Where did we lose sight
Aspiring to be
What the eleven year-old me
Would never stand for
Would never stand for
So how could I be sure
Your thoughts were not my own
When I'm nothing like my former self
I'm nothing like me
So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away
You say the dream's dead, but I'm living on
I'm not afraid of these things that I've done
I can see it all in your eyes
You wanna go back to when things were right
Now you live as a shell
Of who you used to be
It's you without the dream
It's you without the dream
NOT ME
NOT ME
So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away
Are you
Oh, aren't you
Just like me
Just like me?
So, are you a ghost?
You say I'm changing
But it's you who's wasting away