It feels like I never woke up,
Or maybe I never went to sleep…
I'm neither weary nor awake,
And yet I'm not chipper or perky,
I've never ever really been those things…
Everything is nothing but a confusion,
There is nothing but
Purple lights and cheap video games.
Why? I don't know and never plan on finding out.
You see me here… you bastard,
You never say hi, I'd always wave to you,
And you'd dodge behind a corner,
So you are a moronic musing of mine.
You were never real in the first place,
Yet I treated you as though you were,
I am still treating you that way
And I find that I am nothing but trouble.
Insane, but trouble.