you talk a good game, my dear. but it's strange to see you here when i'm so alone. and it hurts today. it's weird. i don't think my little heart can handle you. it's weird just to be alive and act like i know what's going on when i don't know what's going on. by this time sweet melodies will bring a tear to mind but i won't walk away. we'll laugh and all i wanna do is hold you to what you say. and it's weird just to be alive when i feel sorta sick in-
side. you don't know i'm sick inside. so let's sneak inside.