No sanity, no trust, no worries,
No feelings, no love, there's nothing.
She wants to be, she can't be,
She wants to feel, but it's unnecessary;
It's not covenient, little does she know.
Poor her, not so poor ...
What is she?
Oh Lord, what is it?
She's like you.
It's like you ... well, a little smarter.
She uses her ''mind'' and you your dumb heart.
She's scheduled.
She doesn't know what pain means, my friend.
She's mine. She's me. In my dream.
