You Can Make It Dark, But I

I Have No Idea What Andrew Might Have Done, And I Do Not Ask. She Believes That I Can Fix This, And Like Always, That's Enough To Make Me Think That I Can. "i'll Take Care Of It,: I Say, When What I Really Mean Is: I'll Take Care Of You.

I've Been An Idiot To Think That Real Life Could Have A Happy Ending

And, After All, What Is A Lie? 'tis But The Truth In Masquerade.

So Much Of The Language Of Love Was Like That: You Devoured Someone With Your Eyes, You Drank In The Sight Of Him, You Swallowed Him Whole. Love Was Substance, Broken Down And Beating Through Your Bloodstream.

I Had The Heart Of The Relationship, And No Body To Grow It In... It Broke.