Attraction

Isn't it attraction,
that brought me back to my grave?
Less or more,
I'm always learning.

Will I ever learn you?
I can't be what you are.
If tomorrow's just another day,
then what would I do for today?

Do I know myself?
I don't think so.
But if you see my words,
don't you know them?

I don't understand.
Am I tired of myself?
Or is it just an attraction
of another selves I see.