Hey, I have a headache and I think it’s because I can’t get you out of my head, can you tell me how many days it’s been since you left me in my bed? I don’t know, but my eyes are getting red from the late nights I’ve spent reading every book I haven’t read, trying to escape you, but no matter what I do, I can’t get away from you, you’re inside my head, I can’t get away from you, no, you’ve been stuck in my head for the past several days now and I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to escape you and I’ve been counting down the hours until I’m minutes away from giving up and wishing that you had never stayed, but instead I’ll wish I was dead and I’ll savor the seconds until I’m back in my bed.