I can’t turn pagesnI’m stuck for ages at the same placenAnd like a little boy I’m out of control and I don’t know whynCan’t turn pagesnI’ve got to give it a try… don’t want to give it a trynAnd I want to stop but I’m all wrapped up in my own thoughtsnAnd I can’t get out of therennAnd as your tears fall hardnI’m trying to calm you down a bitnBut I’m in such a strange mood and I’m always confused when it comes to thisnI start wondering ifnnThis is all that I can saynThere’s so much more than I controlnIn your eyes now when I look at younAnd see a problem that I can’t solvenRight now weeks appear as years to menEverything feels like ages agonAnd the only thing my opinions involve is usnnEvery act is weird; so many strange ideas have crossed my mindnAnd do I move with time? nOr does it leave me behind again and again?nThis week’s been strange enough first down, then up and then down againnAnd it changes my mood, it makes me confused and this is nothing newnIs it coming to…?nnThat this is all that I can saynThere’s so much more than I controlnIn your eyes now when I look at younAnd see a problem that I can’t solvenRight now weeks appear as years to menEverything feels like ages agonAnd the only thing my opinions involve is usnnSeems like a weird act to menSomething strange from startnLike the unknown that was hiding there in your hallnI was smell you could sense; I was a glow in the darknThat brought you comfort and covered your wallnI was your heart