EightyFive

" I wonder if I've been changed in the night?
Let me think.
Was I the same when I got up this morning?
I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.
But if I'm not the same, the next question is.
"Who In The World Am I?"
Ah, that's the great puzzle. "

Maybe it's my sickness.
Or maybe it's just age.
I feel that I've gotten old and sore.
I don't care what you do, don't text me.
I don't think I want you too.
This conversation is over, and my head is sore.
Sleep, where is my sleep?
Where is my sleep?
Tell me what you did with everything I gave you.
Gone. Hahaha.

It's all gone.
And I feel happy.

" I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, Because I am not myself you see. "