Fall through the clouds of noise.

There's no easy way to find out.

What will happen in the future.

All I know is how my past fell apart.

He made his heart suspect to a stranger.

Tap Dancing on my soul... is a little man in a white hat.

Telling me not to forget that shit happens.

it does.

One day I won't be bored.

I won't examine my thoughts or memories thinking of all that.

Isn't it strange... how we can see someone crying... and ignore it.

it is strange.

if I give you something. You have to keep it if you take it. If you don't want it. I guess you don't have to take it. But if you do. You have to keep it. None of this sorting out the shoe boxes stuff. You know how we throw our memories in a box to be saved for the future moments when we decide our love wasn't wrong. You can't decide it was wrong. Just that it isn't right. You can't throw the memories of me away if you take them. ok?

Please don't try to change. Just stay you. Don't tell me that you are something that you are not. Don't trick me. I can't afford to be tricked. I can't. I will not. Well, I could be tricked. But then it would have to be a life-long tricking. Because I am too tired to realize that it's all a lie.

my earphones get louder.. because my ears get more plugged.

I plug my nose and blow air out. Then I can hear it all much more clearly.

A black choir singing something of good news over the yonder shore. What's wrong with me if I don't want to hear their good news? Something.