Is this some strange disease,
That I cannot fall asleep with ease?
Or is this just me,
Whatever I may be?
I've found my song,
I'll leave it on repeat all night long.
I am but a robot,
Am I not?
Is it far too drastic
To say my eyes are only made of plastic?
But that is how they feel,
A strange shade of teal.
It's so funny,
But I'll never laugh.
You can steal my money,
It won't make me sad.
I leave the makeup on all night,
But it won't be smudged,
Not even in the slight.
My eyes are made of plastic.
A strange shade of teal.
My mind is made of fire,
But nothing is made of steel.
