i don't really talk with you as much, and i'm hoping you got the text, settling my brain, from having too much knowledge, everything is okay, you and i could never be the same, i was, she was, on the partial things we do, you know i could never be mad at you, you know i could never be mad at you, you know i could never be, so true, and you hear the truth, your mad as well, and as always i never finish what i tell, hotter the red hell, and habit that you can't rebel, and when i needed you most, you just bailed.