I wrote this down because I knew I was through and my
heart's been tough to beat and it's all making sense.
There is no sense in making believe there's something
else to be seen. You couldn't make it go away if it was
meant to be. It comes down to a fundamental age-old
principle: it should never hurt unless you know. But I'll
always see what I always want. If only I could be
doubtless for a while instead of me. I could never really
consider it a problem, nor should I. It's only what you
make of it, right? Kind of keeps you focused, kind of
helps you see, kind of makes you realize who you want to
be. Such a sensitive child with such fruitless tastes.
He'll make it all worthwhile. He'll make the perfect
case. What an insensitive smile. What an impermeable
face. I'm so easily riled, I could never keep this pace.
I want it to be recognized that I'll never make your
scene and this will not be heard until the ground will
grow over me.