i was wrong, i am sorry

behold, the Paranoid Schizoid. lost in the void, he’s an android. the Victim of a cruel trick, a tragic sort of magic, there was no favorable pick. i can see it in your eyes. they don’t speak lies. we were caught off guard. oh, my life, a splintered shard. during the sunshower, i confided in the loudest flower. and just like that, said the Bard, i’m somebody else’s card. fall into, out of, orbit your perspective took a hit. strangely, we might be in pain. call your name in the rain. “listen to the radio man.” “radio man’s got a video plan.” my common sense speaks louder, “you’re just a creepy stranger.’ just bit overzealous, with a tad bit of malice. i acted too strange. it pushed you right out of range. i wanted to write a song. no, wait, i see where i was wrong. dangit, it’s rock or bust. but i really like this dust. this a careful path. i don’t want to feel this wrath. but if the Schizoid’s left to rot, we might dare to strike back, slingshot! this thing’s a failure flight. this doesn’t seem too right. i’m afraid to die alone. but now you’re gone. now we sit in this bar car singing “won’t you take me far?” but honestly, this isn’t okay. i was horrible; i’m not okay.