My arms' tears are turning black, they're turning vapour, they don't exist. Take the blame, because this PERSONAL things will kill me as soon as you hurt yourself, and I've to take all the pain. I just don't know, and I knew I've said that yet, but I have to say it again, however I see, you don't understand, please, hold me like you did it today. Oh, wait... It was just me and my stupid little thoughts about you and me and what's going on, that stuff, you know, but don't get worried, I've got a lot of you made by me for these kind of things, I felt this before. I'd tell you that I "loved" or "love" you, whatever you like, but I don't really care.