"Don't cry. Please." I wouldn't cry if I could. I would die to my selfish sulk if I could. I would care to not want if I could. "If only I could," she replied. Good night, nothing will change. Good night, forever be the same Good night, never-ending good night. "Don't cry." Why do I even? Why do I sigh? Why do I keep this on, lie for lie? "Good night," she said. Nothing will change. Forever will stay the same. The never-ending good nights, and the want to say more.