I've forgotten what it's like to be happy
I've forgotten what it's like to hope
I've forgotten what it's like to dream
I've forgotten what it's like to make plans
I've forgotten what it's like to anticipate the weekend
I've forgotten what different days mean
I've forgotten what it's like to be a part of the world
But in spite of this, my love for the world abounds
And with love I will make it through the rain
