It's Hard To Start Something That Isn'T There

Tell me that I'm crazy, That my intuition isn't true. Tell me the reason why I'm left here blue. Blame it on your autistic focus Or my intense feelings, But don't you dare say that this has no meaning. Wow. I just fear that so much. I always have, you're so out of touch. Disconnected, while I sat and reflected. Collecting signs that were deflected. Examining them for the hidden chip or flaw And impatiently waiting for your next call. The high you used to give me was calm And now I'm completely crazy. I won't rhyme anymore; I'm too sad. I can't believe I fell for your lies again.