it isn't your imagination

  
 
   
   
if you feel like the  
world has it's
boot on your
neck,  
   
your back up
against the
wall,  
   
a knife to your  
throat,  
   
pickpocketed your  
dreams while
you weren't
looking,  
   
stabbed you
in the
back,  
   
that love has left you  
like a jeweled bird  
escaping from
a gilded
cage  
   
and generally doesn't
give a shit if you
live or
die,  
   
then you're    
probably    
right.