Diana: It's been four weeks since the treatment and my mind is still a mess. And what's left to be remembered, well, it's anybody's guess. 'Cause my past is like the weather; it will come and it will go. I don't know, even know, what it is that I don't know.
I'm some Christopher Columbus sailing out into my mind, With no map of where I'm going or of what I've left behind!
I don't know, the things I don't know. I'm sure something's missing but I wish it would show. I don't know, you say take it slow, And I do, although, how I do, I don't know!
Dr. Madden: Are you talking with your husband?
Diana: Well, he hasn't much to say.
Dr Madden: Is it helping you remember?
Diana: I remember that's his way.
Dr. Madden: Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row?
Diana: I don't know, I don't know where the fucking pieces go! 'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done.
Dr. Madden: Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son?
Diana: ...My what?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
