Somehow It Just Came Out Like This

In the warm embrace of family, we remain independent
In the company of friends, we push ourselves away

Who am I? I'm your son, I'm your friend, right beside you till the end.
But it's not me. I'm a ghost. It's all different in my head.

I am independent, in the warm embrace of family.
Lost within a crowd, I'm still only me.
Despite all my failures, I can't accept your help.
No matter what I fabricate I can't escape myself.

So I push everyone away
And I lock my self away

Who are we but how we're seen?
The threads we wear, the things we do.
Can't see what you see in me.
A small piece I see,
Or nothing when I look at you.

Externally I regulate the form,
Reality destroyed to fit the norm,
A brilliant string thats begun to fray,
Internally I just push myself away...