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