"I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls are continually changed
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me...

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made...

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A woman's good, good heart...

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the guide and the weight of her world..."

I wouldn't expect anyone to understand my bitterness, my fear, or this cold hollowness I felt in my heart. You didn't live it, I did. I don't hold it against you, and the last thing I want is pity. But I do hope for empathy, but I only hope, I don't expect it. In my wildest dreams I wished for you to come back because you were the only who stood by me. Hope is worth shit, though, when you've managed to drag yourself from Hell only to relive it every night.