Is now a good time to say that I'm sick of playing all your games with your head in a corner? I didn't walk away. If you're
wondering why. I said I'd be there to wipe the tear from your eye. Push me away. Tell me to stay. Can you imagine my
confusion? Well, I don't think you can. I asked, "What's up with you?" "Why can't you make up your mind?" Cause, it's the
same sorry story every time. Remembering just what you said to me. You said if I didn't want to, that meant that I didn't have
to. There was no reason for the both of us to feel like you do, but I didn't go away. Because if I did you'd blame it all on me
and that's the same old story. Remember when it didn't hurt because I refused to treat you like dirt? Can you imagine my
confusion? Well, I don't think you ever thought you could. Don't think I'll ever forget.