"All day, staring at the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall. All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something. Hold on, I’m feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown. I don’t know why. I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell. I know, right now you can’t tell. But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see a different side of me. I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired. I know, right now you don’t care. But soon enough you’re gonna think of me and how I used to be."
— Matchbox 20