Dreamer's Disease

I’ve got the Dreamer’s Disease

Head high on clouds and on trees

I’m everything I dream of

Beauty, beast or Courtney Love

Turning into whatever I need

I need no mask to go out on the street

In my mind I know the role that I play

When to switch it, and when to stay

I’m like an actress, on my own screen

In my own movie, which no one has seen

Don’t know where to go, and when to arrive

I keep on looking for my own life

I’ve got the Dreamer’s Disease

Can’t find a person to please

Somebody to join my game

To give me love, truth and fame

And for the sake of my mental health

I’m tryin’ hard to gain some sense of self

To understand what I am, what I feel

But life’s easier … in a world that’s not real

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