The black magic known as Art plus randomness

I got bored.

Tic tok, tic tok
I never hear that sound
Enveloped in my world of stories

But long ago,
I was loved
warm and beautiful,
but this world I have created
in the shadow of imagination

come with me
who needs friends?
When you can create

I am never alone
I can hear them calling

For welcome to my world
that's painted in color

Despite me living a life of gray

What do you call this world you so speak of?
I do not like it.
I do not need it.
I just want to be alone
In my world painted in story and curiosity
In my world of creation

I never asked for this place that I created
But I hope you will never leave

I'm tired of being the puppet of your world
Now you will be mine to control

For this burning canvas becomes your reality
For I do not feel this "loneliness" of yours

For I am never alone
and you won't be either

(sing it in your head. It sounds better)