I thought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm. He came around like he was dignified. He showed me what it was to cry. U couldn't be that man I adored, u don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for but I don't know him anymore. There's nothing where he used to lie, my conversation has run dry. That's what's going on. Nothing's fine, I am torn, I am all out of faith this is how I feel, I am cold and I am ashamed, lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I am wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. U're a little late and I am already torn. So I guess the fortune teller's right, I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light but u crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care. I have no luck. I don't miss it all that much, there's just so many things that I can't touch I am torn. There's nothing where he used to lie, my inspiration has run dry. That's what's going on. — Natalie Imbruglia.