Did she make you happy?
Did you ever learn her name?
You knew her outside, you knew her inside.
You knew her thoughts, you knew her feelings.
You laughed with her, you cried with her.
You held her hand.
You raised a storm inside of her.
You really, really ****** her up.
Which isn't always a bad thing.

Did you ever look through her eyes?
Did you ever see her through her own eyes?
If you did, would you really have called her names?
You loved her, you really did,
and every day you put her down.

Do you know that you hurt her?
I don't think you do.
You always put her interests first, you were always by her side.
You always told her how important she was.
You always made her happy, you always made her smile.
You always made her love herself.
(As much as she could, under the circumstances.)

Did you try?
Look at me and tell me that you tried.
Tell me that dragging her through the ground and destroying her piece by piece helped.
Tell me she deserved it.
Now look me in the eyes and tell me why exactly she couldn't show her face.
Tell me why you wouldn't let her show her face.

You were nothing short of perfect.
You told her that you were there to help, and you really were.
You supported her, let her blossom.
A true flower, with you as the sunlight that let her bloom.
She was always growing, she still is.
With you by her side, maybe she'll be grown one day.
Maybe the world will learn her name.
Maybe one day.

Yes, it's all quite confused.
You were everything she needed.
They all were.
She could never find words strong enough to thank you, she told me so herself.

You royally ****** her up, you broke her.
You made her hide.
Yet you were the one who wanted, no needed the world to see her.

Now, explain something to me:

What did you expect to achieve when you never even stopped to ask her name?

Hardly a day goes by that I don't see you, hear you, breathe you. Not a day goes by that I don't create you.
Joyfully, I create these glances, touches and feelings that are so real, yet so surreal.
I know you better than I know myself; I know you without as much as a hello.
You are mere footsteps away, across an ocean of hopeful feelings.
Such hopelessly hopeful feelings.
Hardly a day goes by that I don't let you exist.
In whatever way that existence may be.

Life is so funny

because it gives you all of these

amazing, indescribable, breathtaking experiences

surrounded by love

And then you die.

Alright now, right brain,
you're being insane.
                                                                  No, left brain! I'm just being alive.
                                                               You should try it---you might like it.

I worked hard to give him everything he cared about.
You were worried about the things that he was scared about.
I'm calm and collected when you act wild.
I am the adult, you are the child.

                                                     You think you're the right one every time!
                 You think you know everything, but you don't know anything
                                                                                                                     at all.
                                               Half of his problems were s'posed to be mine!
                                                                              But you wanted everything.
                                            I hope that you're happy--- 'cause he's sure not.

I want to kiss you all day.
I want to start at dawn.
I want our mouths to dry out by breakfast.
I want our jaws to start cramping by noon.
I want us to question our decision to kiss all day by hour five.
I want to have *** really quickly then seriously stop all this kissing ******* because you need your personal space, apparently.