The sun comes up, over your house, over your head.



Today, simplicity makes you wish you were dead.



I heard you cut and ran.



This time I don't care.



How can you deem me responsible after I explained it all?



I told you again and again, I would last in one place too long.



I was over. But now I understand.



I don't care if I go through life and I never see you again.