Brain Dead

I sit here looking at the screen
Listening in on the talking people around me
They speak of movies and of girls and sports
I don't know anything about those things
I cant say I ever really cared
I don't know what to write
So I guess I'll write this
I don't know who I'm writing to
But you know who you are
I miss you a lot
I wish you could see me now
I'm what they call a "big shot"
I think about you every day
I cant bring myself to realize the truth
And I'm not sure I want to