Here it goes

I haven't been escaping, not that I don't actually wish to be able to scape because I most certainly do. I just have been through so much (I am always going trough so much) I want to understand, I know I won't get there. My heart is not going crazy, it has shut down and I don't want to feel nothing for nobody anymore.

Doug tell me how much time, how many nights? How many stars gotta fly by my window and how many times do I have to tell myself that it isn't worth it. I just keep my memories away and try to convince myself that sometime it will be over, that I won't dream of us, that I don't secretly wish for us...the us that could never be, the us that never was, the us that will probably never come to be.