“my mom always said，
nothing would break me，
or lead me asay，
who would have guessed，
i'd let my mind drift so far away，
you always said，
i was a dreamer now it's dead，
i'm dreaming of things，
that's making my mind go crazy，
small things like，
when i call you at home，
and he answers the phone，
or i get your machine，
and i don't hear me，
when i lie in my bed，
with the thoughts in my head，