Sitting by my bedside table,
The answer seems to glow like a beacon.
I’ve lost all control
or maybe it’s been taken.
I know, I know I know.
Walking past my desk,
The answer seems to light up like a firework.
I didn’t plan on this.
I miss feeling like I’m a person.
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.
I don’t want to go, well maybe,
maybe just a little.