It’s all plot, an elaborate plot

This whole world is an illusion

Everyone’s an actor

It’s all scripted around you

It’s a hallucination

No one is really here as you lay in your dormant apartment,

Asleep, imagining a life in your head

In a bed somewhere, in a room

Reliving the same day over and over,

Remembering the memories how you wanted them to be;

A little sweeter, how it all should’ve been

Instead of alone, walking down the same street,

Going home every day.