I would wake up from my dreams And stop staring at the screen that shows me things I don't want to see I would wake up and go downstairs I would call you, 'se you there' I would stop the make believes I would give up lazy Hello mother I'm not crazy anymore
(Suddenly it seemed like I just woke up This whole life of numbness, doubts, dreaming and fragile, broken hopes This ethereal state of melancholy, giving up for a brand new feeling of reality I am now concious, comfortable... Must have been a dream...)