this fantasy world is in your own head
in reality, you're only typing words on a computer screen
just keep telling yourself that and no harm will be caused

Does this sound like your morning?

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still,
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perched on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles,
Seemed to slip away.

He sang of far-off places,
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath my covers,
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window,
And crushed his ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ head.