world full of plastic
plastic people I should say
Some roam around
feeling hopelessly bound
to the thoughts in their head
the ones that want them to stay in bed

"don't leave me."
says that little voice you hate so much,
but always let it take control
this voice, it leaves you vulnerable
making you do things you never thought you would

But that's how the world works right?
surprises come and go
some making you stop in motion
scared to take the next step
frightened of the very notion
of being rejected

in this plastic world
sympathy begins to fade
as well as my brain
as the high takes me away
away into my own little world
of self happiness and time is on hold

In my world there is no plastic
no fake people
just us being equal