A Satire Of a Satire Of a Satire Is Tiring

I'm starting to think that maybe I'm wrong

It's easy to forget what you're fighting for and what matters more

But maybe I'm not, what if only time can tell?

Well, until then we'll try this again

I feel colder without you

But I've learned to embrace the chill about you

I can't tell if I lost or found you

Am I making sense or do I confound you?

Oh what to do? Nothing is new

Now I must deal with my true form of reality

They like to tax me drastically

Still learning to heal fantastically

Hearing you talk makes me want to shut my mouth

I wonder who taught you to whisper with a voice so loud

Oh wow! You've got opinions to share?

So just keep yelling through the door sending your four-letter prayers

Get lucky once if I care

Use all your luck if I'm really even there

I'm so exhausted with noise

You give me options but don't give me a choice

Let's get rich quick, my invitation to the cynics

Well, I can't do that, I'm saving up for the day that I get sick

So run away with your teenage schemes

What you've got in smarts, I've got ten times in dreams