Fragile

where has all my time gone,
i'm running out of promises to keep,
and friends like you that i don't need.
would you say that i've been sleeping for too long,
or is it just the way i see myself is always wrong.
and would you tell me if you thought that i had changed,
or never even noticed if my voice was sounding strange.
with all these things,
i feel my inspiration running out on me,
can't you see...
everyday i see the difference,
and everyday there's something wrong,
everyday i see the difference,
(i can't save myself for very long),
and i can't save myself.