Is there something you should say that I don't want to know? Trying to remain composed while asking me to go... when I scare the last away, all of the fault will be my own. Why is it so hard to speak to people? I don't know. Is it something that you learn when constantly alone? When did I become a man trapped inside a ghost? If you could only see me now, I know I'd disappoint somehow. I'm stuck inside a fantasy where I could be all you would need. Will I live in shame of the things in the past that I should have done for you? Is it possible to forgive all the ignorant ones if they're just too young? Fake love... yeah, you know you'll be truly missed. Fake love must be some kind of abstinence. Let's not make much more out of all of this. Let's not but we still can pretend we did.