"All dressed up with no where to go

Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder

Waitin' for an invitation to arrive

Goin' to a party where no one's still alive"

I don't live in this world.

My heads is in the clouds,

My thoughts dance with the stars.

I sing with the birds flying by,

And dance with the squirrels.

The places and people in my head

Are so much more interesting.

Everything and everyone is so

Nice, charming, sweet, kind,

romantic, magical, amazing.

I wish I could just live there instead.

Maybe then I'd be happy.

Maybe then I'd be beautiful.

Maybe then things would be right.

Perhaps life wouldn't be as painful.

I wish I could find out if that were true.