A Cutscene

Room all darkened down, just a cellphone
 The stampeding time, upper left corner
 I've to get up in the morning
 You left many weak weeks ago
 I guess I've held out for a miracle
 And held myself prisoner
 I tell my friends
 To love themselves
 In the face of undeservedness
 But when I'm alone
 I bathe in scorn
 I just cannot relent
 Suffocating, stuck in a cutscene
 A fantasy world on a flatscreen
 A loophole into a dead end street
 And
 What am I supposed to be doing?
 My map was of a world with you in
 Now I am lost and losing
 And I tell my friends
 That I will be strong again
 Just so they don't go around worrying
 But when I'm alone
 In the mirror, on the bathroom floor
 I just cannot pretend