I got up from the table, no mashed potatoes on my plate, things feel different and my memories

feel fabricated

Time moves slowly when it feels like it's being wasted, so why should I abide by the

laws that made it?

Time is money and my time feels suddenly abbreviated, things feel different and this feeling I cannot just shake it

Is the old me me, or is it just a simple manifestation of my creation

Did I forge it up

Did I knock it off

Cause I don't know who I am, am I a mental foster?

Who's my dad, am I just a kid without a father?

Did I know I changed my future when I changed my persona

I wish I would've set some boundaries when I was on one