C.C. It's Not Me

Your face, it's fake
 You try to win the race, you see
 You speak, you feel
 You reach for something real
 Your game, it's plain
 As clearly as a winter day is cold
 It's still
 I can see right through your windowsill
 Then you cry out
 "It's not me you're looking for"
 Then you speak up
 It's so loud I can't ignore
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you wanted
 I want I need
 Love someone I can't see, I know
 I search, I find
 I may be so inclined
 I lose, I win
 Go back where I begin, I know
 I'm not so sure
 That this is what I waited for
 Then I suggest
 That you might be like the rest
 Then I attest
 That you're wrong, I could have guessed
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you want
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you wanted
 Then you cry out
 "It's not me you're looking for"
 Then you speak up
 It's so loud I can't ignore
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you wanted
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you wanted
 Least, at least you're getting what I think you want
 I want I need
 Love someone I can't see
 I know I search I find
 I leave you all behind
 I lose I win
 Go back where I begin
 I'm not so sure
 Least at least you're getting what I think you wanted
 Least at least you're getting what I think you want
 Least at least you're getting what I think you want
 Least at least you're getting what I think you wanted