Tell me why I have this pain in my chest
When you socialize with someone who once shared the same bed

people just keep pushing you
but you can't tell when enough is enough

When I talk too much
When I blurt every stupid word,
I fear for myself.
When I don't have anything to say
When I don't have anyone to talk to,
I fear for myself
That I don't make any more scars
That I don't do anything more stupid.
I fear for myself
When I am bored and have nothing to do
I annoy people,
I make them crazy
As I make myself more crazier.
I just have the fear
That I talk too much now
I start to feel
I would have no words left
In sometime
I would be sitting at one place like a dumb thing
Not being able to say anything
Because all the best words I knew,
I wasted them in annoying people
I wasted them because of my silly talks,
I wasted my time
I wasted my sense
I fear for myself that I won't be able to stand in this place anymore
And that I would soon be secluded.

How is it possible
To be hung up on someone
Someone who isn't even yours

It's like missing someone
Someone who you haven't even met
Strange yet so real

The thought of it being fake
knowing that it's probably all imaginary
Makes you doubt yourself

Am I overthinking this?
Is this even real?
Do they feel the same?

It's like playing on the PS3
With your controller unplugged
It might look like you're winning or losing

Swinging your emotions
Toying with them
Going from happy to sad

But it's all for nothing right
You're not really in the game
You just think you are

That's what it's like to be hung up
Hung up on the imaginary
Nothing feels more bitter sweet