Zophrenia

I am sitting at my desk,
where are you where have you gone,
are you coming back?
words my sweet words,
they make me strong,
Tara's theme again in my head,
how can I sing my song?

Oh hello , why is your head held low,
it need not be you know,
I am alright,
forgot my meds last night,
and who is this your doggie Fred,
strange you two are?
you know you are not allowed in here,
the sign says no horses and no dogs allowed.
I know I know but you must go,
not to worry about me.

I have my words
my words set me free.
In them I can say what I want,
what I am feeling too.
I know she keeps reminding me,
"take your meds and the others before bed, too"

But taking them I lose my words,
then you are gone.
And I am left all alone.