DIANA
It's been four weeks since the treatment and my mind is still a mess
And what's left to be remembered, well it's anybody's guess
'Cause my past is like the weather, it will come and it will go
I don't know, even know, what it is that I don't know
I'm some Christopher Columbus; sailing out into my mind
With no map of where I'm going or of what I've left behind
I don't know
The things I don't know
I'm sure something's missing
I wish it would show
I don't know
You say, "Take it slow"
And I do, although how I do
I don't know
DR. MADDEN
Are you talking with your husband?
DIANA
Well, he hasn't much to say
DR. MADDEN
Is it helping you remember?
DIANA
I remember that's his way
DR. MADDEN
Does the puzzle come together, piece by piece and row by row?
DIANA
I don't know, I don't know, where the fucking pieces go!
'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done
DR. MADDEN
Have you talked of your depression, your delusions and your son?