You ask me how I feel. Fine. I feel fine.
You ask me again...
But the answer doesn't
Change, no it doesn't.
I feel like shit.

No, it's not just you.
I worry, I love, I feel,
I touch, you leave, I cry.
Why?
Why!?!
Do you have to ask?
Don't you know?
No...no you don't.

I wish it never happened.
Whoever said it's better to
Have loved and lost...
He's full of shit.
He's never loved and lost.
It was all okay...
Okay until the
Connection was made.

You act like nothing,
Nothing at all happened.
We loved and now you,
No longer love.
Something I did?
No.
Something you wanted.

Why didn't you stop me?
Why so quickly..?
Were we destined to be?
Otherwise it wouldn't have
Happened so quickly.
But now you are interested...
In my depression...
You are the cause of it.

I felt it and you
Did too.
You deny me what.
I want...you.
Never again, I don't...
Let's just step back.
I asked you once...
I'll ask you to love
Me again...


...please...


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