I was programmed wrong;
my circuits are fried.

I can't process the world's lies...

No longer do I see color;
all I see is grey.

My world is no longer array...

The lines have blurred;
and I can't find my way.

It is hard to get through the day...

A lost echo;
reverberates through the air.

No one is aware...

They say they care;
but they are never there.

Lost causes never get their share...