You look at me, with confused eyes.
You ask me, "What's wrong with you?"
I tell you, "Nothing."
Though I am not being entirely truthful.
I can't tell you what bothers me.
I can't let you know.
You won't understand how I feel.
You will take it like everyone else always has.
It'll ruin everything - ruin us.
For those reasons, I have to keep saying, "Nothing."
It's to protect me - protect us.
You have to understand that this is the way it has to be.
I can't change it.
I love you, but I have to hide this from you.
I'm sorry.