[Storyteller.]

I am in one of those dreams
where you just just keep on falling,
no one hears you calling.

All that you saw was my smile,
but it's been dark for a while
and the days have gone cold.
No more sleep for my soul,
or that's what I've been told.

Did you think that things would be okay,
that my life could keep going on this way?

When I cried, when I shouted
and I screamed and I yelled,
and I was mad and I was angry -
how come no one could tell?
Say why didn't you listen to me?
Was it really that hard to see?
Nobody listened.