You know that this is just your imagination, right?
That no one is standing there, conversing with you, talking about all your problems.
If you haven't figured that out yet you've got more problems then you know about.
You think you can see me, but you real can't, because I'm not real.

You know I can't help you, right?
This is ridiculous that you still come to me with questions.
You can't get a real person to help you?
I'm just a figment of your imagination.

You know I'm sick of being in your head, right?
It so bad in here, all your thought running around mad.
I know you've made "friends" for me,
But I honestly hate all of the too.

You know I hate helping you, right?
No matter what I say you won't listen.
I'm leaving your head because there's nothing I can do for you now.
That might make me a bad guy, but that's fine, I've been worse.

You know you're just talking to yourself, right?
You've got no friends, and that wall seems bored of listening.
It's sad, but funny from the outside, especially with what I know.
Man, being free sure feels good.

You know I'm leaving now, right?
This is the last time we'll ever talk.
It breaks my heart to have to leave you like you are, but in all honesty,
I made you like this when you created me. So I'm sorry.

Bye.