It's Not Real

Self reflection at an intersection
 Self reflecting at my middle section
 Self respecting is an interjection
 To my normal introspection
 Did I expect a real connection?
 Healing, stealing all affection
 Or did I ask for too much of you?
 Of you?
 Oh it's no way
 There's no way
 I could be so true
 To myself
 It's not real
 It's unreal
 Every day it's spent
 I stay in my room
 In my room
 And I wonder if it's all too
 Too lonely for me
 Do I have any friends
 Or do I take them
 For granted
 Oh
 It's not true
 What I think of you
 Who am I
 Oh it's no way
 There's no way
 I could be so true
 To myself
 It's not real
 It's unreal