Does anyone really listen to a word that i speak?
Does anyone really understand the words that I've written on that sheet-separated from my first life?
Does anyone even care for me as i try to make things right?
It feels as if I'm alone in a world that means nothing sometimes,
But how would i know if from time to time I'm lost in my own mind?
Which world is the real world that revolves around the sun?
Which guy is the real guy-the one I'll forever love?
Which person in my lifetime really understands me,
And is not just hanging around for one week?
I don't know who this may be,
Not so sure creatures exist in this city.
Now I'm my own cave away from civilization,
Creating illusions of a world in my imagination-
Confusing my thoughts with reality,
Not knowing in which world they're watching me.
