How can you say that? How can you not care? How do you live like this? How do you expect anyone to be there?
You say you don't. You say you've always been alone. But we both know. We both know about each other and that ain't so. I've seen your soul and you cannot lie to me anymore.
How do you do it? How do you convince yourself? Who are you when you're around everyone else? Somewhere there's a devil. And he's learning all about you through your dreams.
Someday I hope to be free. This is the bottom of--this is the problem with me. I depended on our lies on making it seem like I'm--like I'm strong. This was all a fiction. I can't be mad you bought it all along.