I give you my destiny.
I give you my soul...

We are all cool
or are we...

Look at this mess of glass on the floor,
Shattered into pieces...

Please.
Stop...

I'll see you later.
No worries...

You are such a cruel friend,
it is sad but it is true...

This sinking feeling inside of me,
It grows every time I hear her talk...

Sitting here,
In a room...

Staring into your glorious face,
Admiring those mysterious brown eyes...

The feeling
Is surreal...

I don't work on the bomb squad dear,
I'm not as careful as that...

I reach for your hand,
but you don't reach back...