She's lost control

Sometimes I have to look at myself in the mirror (as cliché as it sounds) to see if I am the person I once dreamed of..... The problem is that I don't exactly remember the dream. There were so many candy cotton dreams.

I don't even know if I once was the 17 year old girl I remember now. Was it a dream too? The white tennis shoes. The Ian Curtis poster. Hours spent in my bedroom , not dreaming my life away, but dreaming my dreams away.

I still dream, but my dreams are different these days. The I want to be dreams are less. The I want to have dreams have also diminished.

Because I dream, I am not
(from the film Leolo)