Lying alone in this bed,
About a million things running through my head...

Sunshine on my head,
But I cannot rise up...

The pristine thoughts of my monomania is an unique...
If you use acute discernment, it is a sense of...

In a long ago time,
and a far away place...

Verse one:
I know it ain't an easy thing...

I wished, once upon a time,
For riches and fine diamonds, and impressive cars...

I roam,
I roam, always alone...

Okay, I am a little neurotic,
My yen for cleanliness is somewhat exotic...

Crawling from the center of the Earth,
Taking centuries to begin this rebirth...

Wandering these halls,
An unbreakable barrier exists within these walls...

Erin of the Sycamore,
Holding in more pain than anyone has ever bore...

A blank look upon your face endures,
A misery in your heart is pure...