He doesn't cry anymore. He feels the pain all the time. He knows what heartache really means. It keeps him awake at night, and keeps him goin when he's tired. All the little things seem to matter so much, when no one else cares. No matter how hard he tries, he will never find what he's looking for. He wants it so bad that he won't give up looking for it, even though he knows when he does it'll just happen. His stubborn pride makes him right, even when he's wrong. He knows what he wants. He knows what he doesn't have. He doesn't need it, but he does. His broken heart is open more than anyone can imagine. And no one knows it but him...
