"I have no idea what she's doing lying there on the floor.
                                                                She's not moving.
                                            I'll go and play with this rattle."

"Papa's just sleeping. He'll wake up from that big box bed.
                                                      And we can play ball then."

"Our neighbor died. I think he got punished for not being nice to us.
                                         I should be nice to everyone so I won't die."

"We're all going to die at the end.
      What scares me is I don't know when."

I think that the world is a hospital.
And we are all patients awaiting treatments to achieve the life we want.
But for this treatment, I think I'm the wrong patient.

Some may call me a medical prodigy,
with my fascination of the sciences of man.
And my keen memory of endless medical jargon.

Books upon books, my brain ticks late of night.
Studying every page, text by text.
Everything I need to get someone better.

It feels wonderful to see someone feel better.
But it's as if I'm infected by their misery.
Why am I doing here, anyways?

This world needs good doctors.
I know I can be a great doctor.
I just don't want to.

I think the most frightening thing
to happen to me is to dream about you,
falling in love with someone else.

And then I wake up.
in cold sweat.
and he's not beside me.

You fell in love with the
late nights we shared,
just me and you

You fell in love with the
thought of me
being in your prescence

but,
there is no way you have
fallen in love with *me