Oh my god, this hurts like hell
I look at your face and I hold my gaze.
It's paining me to do so, it really is… but I can't stop looking.
Your eyes amaze me.
I had this dream again
Where I was lost for good in outer space.
Not in a good way.
I just don't understand how they could be so… cold.
I just don't understand how anyone could possibly look into them as long as I have been without getting completely lost in the maze of whatever darkness lurks within you.
Tell me, Doctor, how to shake a waking nightmare
that is only worse when I am sleeping.
You're still talking, I can tell.
But I'm not listening. I don't need to, I know what you're saying.
I've heard it before, all of it.
All of it.
Kill the messenger…
I swear it's not me.
So in one movement, I open the door and I leave.
I just leave.
I can't tell if you're still talking… or following me, even.
I can't tell, because I'm not looking back.
Ever.
It's just someone I used to know…
And get to church, 'cause you're a good girl. And he never told you that.
But all of a sudden, I don't have to look back.
I don't have to, because I know what you did.
I can tell what you did, by the numbing pain slowly travelling through my spine and through my brain, barely registering.
And all I need from you could be the thing
You've shot me.
And now, as your cold, amazing eyes glare down at my body, you regret it.
Because you know I was everything to you.
That leaves us both up here forever.