Na, na, na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na, na, na, na. . I was swimming slowly through the pools in my head. When I felt a cold hand wrap around my throat.
I used to believe. That no one else was alive. That all of the world was just a show. Inside my own mind. . The dog's on a leash. Tied to a pole shaking above the snow.
What if you find out everyone that's in your life. Is only being paid off by a TV studio. And every conversation everyone's had with you. Was scripted by the writers living in Los Angeles.