Stroke 9 Follow

So I woke up this morning with this weird feeling
And it was kind of like I was not really myself anymore
So I ran to the mirror and it was still me
That same cynical, doubtful, unshaven, dirty look
Unshaven, dirty, look
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
I’ve been trying to figure it out for some time now
Talking to people about it
It’s kind of hard to explain
It’s kind of like a lack of excitement about anything…hmmm…
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Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional
Maybe I need to say that I wish you would leave me alone this is personal
The other night I just think I was pissed when you told me you thought I had lost control
Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional
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I don’t know, maybe it’s just a phase
Something I’m just going to get through or get over
Maybe I’m just jaded for the time being
You know, just desensitized from growing up in a time when
I was barraged with action movies and video games
Overblown media-hype, scandals and exposes
And the line between reality and fiction just completely blurred…you know?...

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It’s almost like my eyes are the lenses of a camera
And I’m watching everything happen around me
I’ve grown so accustomed to looking at things from afar
In this weird kind of detached third person sort of way
That I find myself waiting for things to happen to me in my life
And then all of a sudden I’ve come to this incredible understanding
That my life is happening as all this is occurring
As I’m waiting, my life is happening
This is my life and it’s a little bit upsetting