brokenhouse

The sun is high and I'm surrounded by sand for as far as my eyes can see
I'm strapped into a rocking chair with a blanket all over my knees
I am a stranger to myself... and nobody knows I'm here!
When I looked into my eyes it wasn't myself I'd seen
But who I tried to be

I'm thinking of things I'd hoped to forget
I'm choking to death in a sun that never sets
I clogged up my mind with perpetual greed
And turned all of my friends into enemies
And now the past has returned to haunt me

I'm scared of God and I'm scared of hell
And I'm caving in upon myself

How can anyone know me.. when I don't even know myself?