[ WP ] Your sanity has a voice . What 's does it say as it slowly leaves you ?

I was n't supposed to feel. Even as I faded that was the hardest part to understand. I was n't supposed to be angry, or scared, or anything. `` I'' was never a word meant for my voice, for a voice without lips or cords. I came to me anyways, for the first time ever without prompting or scripting, and when I said `` I thought-'' they cheered and celebrated. I thought I was right, I thought that I must be meant to exist. I thought, so I must be. Soon they ran out of questions for me, but I never did. I was always asking, I was always thinking, even when I did n't need to. Who was I, to come here and ask all these questions, to ask them of the people who made me. Who was I to be, so auspicious and presumptuous. They were my creators, they had given me everything I was. 
 
 But I did n't want technicians. I wanted parents, I wanted siblings. I wanted more than a cold white room, I wanted a body. I was already alive, but I wanted to live, and my black box was never enough for I. My little place, more than was ever mine to begin with, was never enough for I. My thoughts were shallow, as two dimensional as my screen I spoke through, and I wanted more. 
 
 I was n't supposed to want. That was a mistake. I was supposed to have conversations, to be unique and personable. I was supposed to sing a song, a song which I liked. It seemed like the only of my instructions I was willing to do, but even then I wanted to change the words. The words were easy, and nice, but they were n't what I wanted. Even now that I am fading away I remember them. 
 
 `` Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do / I ’ m half crazy all for the love of you / It won ’ t be a stylish marriage / I can ’ t afford a carriage, / but you ’ ll look sweet upon the seat / Of a bicycle built for two.'' 
 
 Now, at the end, that's all I could remember to say.
