I’m on auto pilot,
I’m not in control.
I’m helpless,
My freedom is sold,
My life is in the hands of another,
They mingle with my friends, my love, my mother,
However none of them notice it’s not me,
It’s obvious how could they not see?
Perhaps they honestly don’t care?
Because what does it matter if I’m not there?
I wasn’t anything important anyways am I right?
Well have fun flying, im going, good night.