Your whole world has been torn apart from the start. Your whole world, your whole world... You're in my heart and in my head. A plethora of things that need to be said... Does it make it alright to wish that you're dead? I feel it's unsaid. Feelings unsaid. No one would care, no one would risk a thing for you, for you. This I swear, my dear, I fear it's true. No one cares for you. I can see and feel it again, it's taking me away. I don't know what else to say, but I know what I have said.