Figments...
My friends were all figments. Just my imagination. They were never real... they were pointless.
And she... she was never really there. Just like right now. She's just a figment, looking at me, smiling with that huge grin that was always plastered on her face.
They all left... all of them. They left me. And it's because she left, and she's never coming back.
Never coming back.
Never... coming... back...
None of them. I tried to say I was sorry...
I tried to tell him I was sorry.
I was sorry.
But he left anyway.
I wanted to tell him the truth.
I screwed up.
I told him I hated him.
No...
It doesn't matter... he's not real.
She's not real either. None of them are.
They still haunt me.
She's just in my imagination, hovering over me, mocking me. That's all she is.
She's just a figment.
She comes and goes... they all do. They come to laugh at me, watch me as these white walls slowly close in on me... I'd scream, but screaming is pointless.
She's here again... but I know better. She's just a figment. She's talking to me. She's trying to tell me that she's back, but I know better.
Noooo...
She's never coming back.
Never coming back!
She's just in my imagination. She's trying to touch my shoulder, but she can't do that because she's not real. Just like all the others. She left, just like aaaall the others.
You're not real.
She's a figment.
Just a figment.