Nothing seems to fit. Mamma, is this it? Are you receiving? I want something to believe in or I’m done. Take me where my soul can run. Or I’ll be in my bedroom. Wake me when I’m twenty-one. Daddy’s moving forward. Daddy didn’t lose a mom. Mamma won’t you send a sign? I’m running out of hope and time. A plague of mice, a lightning strike, or drop a nuclear bomb. No more playing Daddy’s game. I’ll go insane if things don’t change. Whatever it takes to make him say your name. Dead mom!