And I don’t really care if you don’t think it’s okay.

I’m honestly at a loss of words.

Tell me what it means to lose your soul.

I’m never going to be somebody you know.

When you think about it, maybe you could, too.

If you’re not real, does that mean I can kill?

Somebody once said it couldn’t be done.

Why is it so hard to see?

I’m a working girl, can you relate?

Am I not allowed?

I wish I could tell you otherwise.

I saved them like they were money.

Maybe I can replace it with worry.

maybe, just maybe, you could.

I don’t have to depend on them anymore.

maybe I’ll see your face again.

each of them holds a message or a clue.

do you think they’ve fallen for it?

there’s so many that I wonder.

every thing on it sums it up quick.