Is it a state of mind?

Is it just my imagination?

Playing tricks on me like that?

If so,

What vendetta does my imagination have?

Why does it hate me so?

Is it purely self-destruction?

An attempt to cut myself from the chance?

A chance of rejection?

A chance of tears?

A chance of pain?

Cause I've already been rejected

I've already shed my tears

I've already felt so much pain

What more is there to experience?

What more for me to feel?

Perhaps I should take that chance

Perhaps I should take loneliness off my mind