
And here I am, I just want to scream and shake him. Maybe even just punch him straight in the face and say "I'm right here!" What more do you want? "I'm dying here can't you see that?" I'm trying so hard. It'll get you nowhere. It's not what's right, and it never will be. I know that, yet can't understand it. It's breaking everything apart. Even myself. Everything would be so perfect. No, it wouldn't. I can't see that and I can't wait until I do. What changed. Everything was so wonderful. But it wasn't. I can't understand something that I'm, here, doing myself.
You always want to turn back and go back to a certain time after all decisions and mistakes were made. Scratch that, after experience was made.
Maybe nothing is supposed to work out in the end. No one gets what they want nor what they deserve. It's always something less, or much greater. I guess only time will tell, but only if we can manage to make it that far.