is it me or is it me?

Driving home from work today, I was listening to a mixed CD that was made for me earlier this year. I'm pretty sure one of the songs was written about me, if only I could have seen myself from someone else's view a few months ago... :

I heard that you were home again, but you don't look like you’re back to me. With your focuses changing your gaze is transfixed on a point that I can't often see. You've got your new ties, I've got my old knots, you've got your inside lines. But you’re never happy with what you've got.

Careful now, you're so beautiful
when you've convinced yourself
that no one else is quite as beautiful.

I heard that you were living well, but you don't look like you’re living to me. Though the sparkle is gone, the smile is in place so that everyone watching will see. You've got them all convinced. But I know so well that you could list your friends, but you can't count on them.

Hold it now, you've got everyone convinced that you’re alright
when no one else is quite as vulnerable.

As soon as you've got it you want something else.
It's not the sale that you love, its the sell.
It's not the price that's going to cost you,
it's just the weight that's going to bring you
Down, down, down, down
It's going to bring you down, down, down, down, down

Hold it now, you've got everyone convinced that you’re alright
when no one else is quite as vulnerable...