I don't want to feel or think
And I don't need to stand on the brink
Of this insanity because I'm used to going mad
But this insanity is a greater madness than I've ever had
It's easier to fall down the rabbit hole
When you know what and who you're leaving behind and how
What am I and what are we?
What are we even supposed to be?
He and I are a mess
And you and I are no better than the rest
But really.
What is this?