Coma

If I were you I wouldn�t like me either,
Quiet and lonely, stuck in my bed.
Life or death, I chose to have neither,
And exist in the universe inside my head.

But still you come back here day after day,
Sit and stare at me, lost in my sleep.
You always look at me in that same way,
Like you have lost something you didn�t want to keep.

I bet you didn�t know that I can see you.
I listen to every empty word you say.
One day I�ll get bored and come back to you.
But until that day, you can stew, and pray.