This is it, the first daynAnd I hope it doesn’t come out in the wrong waynBut I’m finally getting over itnI can’t believe it’s finally herenI used to think I wouldn’t pull throughnNow I’m telling everybody I don’t know younMy heart is in recoverynAm I speaking drastically?nnWait for it! Wait for it! What was I thinking?nI’m alone with a dream, but I’ll never be dreaming of younUnless you walk in the room to remind menTake on a role that I’ll never be playingnI’m alone on a stage, but I’ll never be playing for younUnless you walk in the room to remind mennOf the day, when I was changednnWhat I said, I take backnBecause I’m trying really hard not to think thatnThe time I spent with you was worthnThe amount of times that I was hurtnSkip ahead to day twonNow I’m working on a guide on how to get throughnThe road ahead that’s hard to seenI’ll title it RecoverynnWait for it! Wait for it! What was I thinking?nI’m alone with a dream, but I’ll never be dreaming of younUnless you walk in the room to remind menTake on a role that I’ll never be playingnI’m alone on a stage, but I’ll never be playing for younUnless you walk in the room to remind mennOf the day, when I was changednWhen I die, on my gravenIt will say, n“Here he lay, a mental state of disarray”nnAll because of younAnd your eyes and your starenAll because of younAnd your voice and your glarenAll because of younAnd your beauty and your glownAll because of younAnd the life I’ll never known