I work In an office with closed doors
I go out to places I don't want to go
My life consists of everything I never imagined
And Still I can't get out of it
I never chose to have this living
But for some reason It choose me
I stay up thinking about what I really wanted
About the things I would like to do on the weekends
With the imaginary friends that accompany me to
those places
I'm the person that I want to be
But people say you should be thankful for what you have
But my reality is that I wish  I was someone else
That I didn't suffer from migraines
That I didn't have to go on a diet
And I was surrounded by pets
Maybe some day when I die
I get to  live all over again
The Life and the people that made sense,