It\'s night, and once again you don\'t exist,
But it\'s not like that\'s ever stopped you from showing up.
You\'ve helped me through my lowest lows,
Which is odd, as I hate the place you were born.
Just like always, you\'re right there waiting for me.
Not a surprise, you\'re wherever I want you to be.
All it takes is a tweak of the thought,
And suddenly you do whatever I want.
You have no choice.
You have no opinion.
Only those that I give to you, but it\'s fine.
It\'s not like that fact will hurt you or drive you away.
Even when you feel things or help change my mind,
That doesn\'t mean you\'re real, only realistic.
For all I know you could be a sign of schizophrenia,
Or maybe I just have a really good imagination.