hello.

open your eyes...
when i woke up today i was just not myself.
when i fell asleep last night i thought i was sumone els.
all the pages of the books sprawled out across my book shelf.
and im drowning in these words i speak to noone but myself.
i thought it was you again but again sumeone els.
all the videos are blank now, why arnt the cases on there shelf.
is that you my friend, in the mirror is myself.
and yet we speak out of turn as if your sumone els.
the letters of the storys are scene on the tv screen.
how did they get off there shelvs?
ive been waiting for you my friend.
the only one that helps.
it was never you my love.
but only myself.