| Take me as I am Hold me by the hand Let me take you to a place That you will never understand. Look at it from my eyes You can see that I am the one who cries. In my head sits a child She has gone crazy and wild She has become the victim of love But not the kind that ends with a dove. She sees visions of the past She wants to run, run away fast Into the night she screams All she really wants is to dream. |