Derealization.

What do I do when I know what to do
but the answer is too far fetched?
And I know what to say, but by the end of the day
Amnesia clears my mind
Oh, you're too kind.

With my mouth wide open, I'm crying and hoping
the things we do are a dream.
This life was too kind, and it slipped past my mind
now things are far worse than they seem.

I'm still here even though I can't hear
and the pictures are fading away.
But by the end of the day, i'll be okay
I'll rewrite my part in Shakespeare's play
I'll remember the days when I felt okay
When I was okay, but I am okay.