Delusion is comforting, and in the comfort of her delusion she found a home in her confusion. She lives in a world of her own. The creation by her own mind. Her sweet illusion. A girl with a broken umbrella Under the rain she stands Her hair is wet, her clothes are soaked Her face is grim, her heart is broke But hey! She needs some help! Somebody send her, an umbrella for the rain, Aspirin for the pain, a towel to drain the rain. The incontrovertible proof stares at her face that she needs a shelter. But she can't bring herself to admit. She is lost in thought, she is lost in pain. .