"I know Evan, I'm am sorry, it's just... Well, I noticed you one day. And I could tell, you were trying to fight the same never-ending battle. The voices in your head were just as loud as mine. I was intrigued. I mean, how were you doing it? Sure you struggled to interact with other people, but you managed to get up every day and just get on with things. I saw you do it day after day after day. You didn't need to escape, you didn't throw your life away. You didn't get so hooked on drugs you couldn't -" he sighs. "I don't know, you didn't make everything about an escape. You were so brave."

"Not like me. No, that crackhead Connor Murphy, the freak, the druggo, tore his family apart. Barely got through school every day. Only did because you were there. Because I figured if you could do it I could. But I couldn't. I wasn't strong like you. I started looking for you, I was desperate to talk to you, to ask you how you did it. And then that day, in the computer lab. I was so awful to you. I hated myself, for treating you that way. I kept thinking what if that was it, your breaking point. The moment that would turn you like me. But it wasn't yours, it was mine.

"That night I read your letter a hundred times over, trying to figure out your secret, to figure out you. But I was too lost, I could only find one way out. So I took it."

"I never meant to make it such a mess.
I never thought that it would go this far.
So I just stand here sorry,
Searching for something to say,
Something to say...
Words fail," he shakes his head.

"Words fail
There's nothing I can say."

"I guess I thought I could be part of this.
I never had this kind of thing before.
I never had that perfect person,
Who somehow could see the good part of me."

"I never had the dad who stuck with me,
Just scowls I couldn't help but see.
A mom who tried to help me through
But never knew what she had to do..."

"That's not a worthy explanation,
I know there is none.
Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done."

"Words fail, words fail.
There's nothing I can say...
Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted,
And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had,
And it's right there, right there, right there!
In front of you,
And you want to believe it's true.
So you make it true...
And you think, you hope, that maybe he wants it,
And needs it, a little bit too."

"This was just a sad invention.
It wasn't real, I know.
"We could've been happy.
I guess I couldn't forget that.
I guess I couldn't give that up.
I guess I wanted to believe.
'Cause if I just believe,
Then I don't have to see what's really there."

"No, I'd rather just hide behind the person they think I am.
Pretend I'm the monster, the freak, the mess they see."
No one sees what's deep inside of me;
The person I want to be.
The person I could never be."

" 'Cause I've learned to slam on the brake,
Before I even turn the key.
Before I make the mistake,
Before they see any good in me;
I only let them see the worst of me."

" 'Cause what if everyone saw?
What if everyone knew?
Would they like what they saw?
Or would they hate it too?
Will I just keep on running away from what's true?"

"All I ever do is run
So how do I step in...
Step into the sun?
Step into the sun..."

He finishes talking, with his eyes shut tight, not daring to look at me. He thinks he's ruined everything. Quite the opposite.

A/N There's more, keep going! One more song, lots more tears. Are you ready? Got your tissues? Good!