everywhere I go, everyone

I meet, every time I try to

fall in love, they all want

to know why I'm so broken.

- Why I'm so cold, why I'm so hard inside.
- Why am I scared?
- What am I afraid of?

I don't even know. This story's never had an end.

- I've been waiting.
- I've been searching.
- I've been hoping.
- I've been dreaming you would come back.

But I know the ending of this story.
And you're never coming back,

NEVER.