My eyes seem to not be right 

My perception is paranoid

I wonder how to feel this void 

I may have hit a wall

This would explain why I lay sprawled out in vain

A soul with a vital source of despair 

This is a pitty party and I don't care 

Alone, glad to be at home

We create our energy,

mine is a big box of wine

Can you please be silent and hand me a straw

I promise I'll be fine