You’ve Got A Friend?

When I’m in your presence

I’m not sure how I feel,

Like my body’s made of clouds,

Like I’m not even real.

When other folks look my way

It’s like they see right through me,

But I know when I meet your eyes

I’m all you want to see.

I may doubt my own existence

And you do too, maybe,

But know whatever happens

You’ve got an imaginary friend in me.