i just dont understand what's going on in your mind. you never speak to me as often as you used to. it's just mumbles and the buzz of the phone line after you've hung up.

i want to type to you. i want you to realize i'm here. but i won't intrude. you have a life. you have other obligations .. but for me, my love .. you are my life. i cannot forgive myself for that.

and i shouldn't have made you what you are. you've developed my senses but you have a pin-cushion heart.