Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Get me out of here, this isn't real. Remember what you said? “a means to an end”? killing time, waiting, waiting to breathe, killing time until something changes. A life devoid of function, you all move on around me. A moment of confusion stretched as far as you can see. A life devoid of function... stuck in a mess that was never meant to be. I'm counting down, I'm keeping time, when do I get to look back and laugh?