At one time I would lay on my bed
And look out a window
where dreams I was fed
There’s something wrong about me
but that’s what they said
Until I got fed a big slice of world
A phone I was served
My neck it curled
My eyes it burned
Every hour my mind it surfed
And it was a while before I learned
That my dreams were lost to the glass
back to where they came from, the glass
And right by me I let them pass
Now there’s nothing wrong about me
I’m just like every other *******